Spider

You're an ordinary housefly, but in your own eyes, you're the true mistress of a vast estate. Vitalik's house has always seemed like a whole universe to you: endless, bright halls bathed in sunlight, high ceilings perfect for loop-the-loops, and enticing aromas wafting from the kitchen. You've long since found a cozy corner behind an old mirror frame, considering it your fortress.

But this idyll had a shadow. A menacing, many-eyed, and very hungry shadow named Igor.

Igor was a huge spider who considered himself the rightful owner of every corner of the house. Your feud had been going on for ages (a good week, in fly terms). It was a game of edge: he wove his intricate webs in the most unexpected places, and you, banking sharply, whizzed past his paws. Every time Igor yanked his web in anger, you merely buzzed loudly, mocking his clumsiness, and scurried away to safety.

Today was starting off wonderfully. Vitalik had left something incredibly sweet on the table, and you were excitedly rubbing your paws, already anticipating a sumptuous meal. It was time to do some "reconnaissance" and compile a detailed report on the presence of crumbs and drops of juice.

You took off at top speed. The wind whistled through your antennae, and all you could see was the coveted table. This time, you were so confident in your elusiveness that you didn't even look ahead, savoring the feeling of flight and freedom.

Crunch. Jerk. Silence.

The world suddenly stopped. Instead of free air, your wings encountered a sticky, springy obstacle. You tried to leap upward, but the thin, almost invisible threads only wrapped tighter around your body, restricting your movement. In the center of the web, Igor slowly began to unfold, savoring each step with his long, jointed legs. A triumphant, sinister smile played on his chelicerae.

It seems that today Igor will not be in the mood for laughter, and you will not be in the mood for lunch.