Ms. Webb's Wraps

Ding, ding, the bell on the counter went.

Ms. Webb crawled out of her pantry which said “Staff Only” and quickly went over to the front counter, where a customer waited to be served. “Welcome to Ms. Webb’s Wraps,” she said in a wispy voice. “What can I get you today?”

The spider looked at the menu which hung above them on the wall. “Hmm. Let’s see…I would like your Vegetarian Wrap please.”

“Excellent choice.” In truth, she didn’t think that choice was excellent at all. She thought the vegetarian wraps lacked meat, not to mention they were much harder to get. They’re lack of substance probably explained why this customer was so small compared to the other giant spiders in Spiderland. But to each their own, especially when she could make more money off it. 

She crawled over to her fridge, which was a deep hole in the ground with a wooden door, went inside it, and came back out with a cold vegetarian wrap in her jaw. She carried it over to a heated skillet on her stove and plopped it down upon it. After warming it for a few minutes, she put the wrap onto the center of a nice plate with a design of a spider web on it and handed the meal to the customer.

“Thank you,” the customer said. She reached into her purse and pulled out several silver coins.

“Thank you,” Ms. Webb said as she took the money and put it in her money jar. “Do come again.”

The customer crawled off to a nearby table and another, plumper customer came forward. “Excuse me miss,” he said in a deep voice. “Do you have the Caribbean Wrap?”

“I believe so,” Ms. Webb said.

“Good. I shall have two of those, two Asian Lettuce Wraps, and I’ll also get the Extra Large North American Wrap special, since it seems to be a good price for the size.”

My, my, this one’s a bit greedy, she thought in amusement. “Of course, good sir.”

Ms. Webb crawled to her fridge and found all the required wraps, except one; the North American Wrap. “Looks like he’ll get one that’s more…fresh.” After placing the other wraps beside her stove, she crawled into the pantry. When the door closed behind her, she looked around.

The room was filled with her sticky webs, which reached all the way from the cool floor to the high ceiling above. In her webs were thick webbed cocoons that shivered from time to time. Underneath these cocoons were shimmering silk words, such as Asian, and North American, so elegantly written, that even Charlotte would be jealous. 

Ms. Webb sighed. She couldn’t help but admire her hard work every time she entered.

One of the cocoons moaned as it shook. Ms. Webb glared at it, annoyed that it had disrupted her train of thought. “Fine. Back to business, my juicies.”

She crawled up one large web to the North American section and went from one cocoon to another, each varying in size. “Hmm, no, too small. Ugh! This one’s even smaller. Aha!” She came across a cocoon almost half her size. “Perfection.” She yanked the cocoon out of its place with her fangs and carried it down to the floor.

She headed out of the pantry and crawled to her fridge, where the rest of her ingredients sat upon shelves, from lettuce to flour tortillas. She sat her quarry on the ground, plucked a tortilla from the shelf, and laid it flat on the ground. She turned to the cocoon, which was now moaning even more, and carefully unwrapped it, revealing a man who appeared to have eaten too many…what were they called? Heated-dogs? Ham-birders? Whatever it was the humans ate, this one was fat.

Her customers always wondered why the extra large wraps were cheaper, and she always said the same thing: they were easier for her to get.

The fat human’s eyes darted around in panic. He tried to shout, but it was no use. After the last incident of her customers’ food “yelling” even after cooking, Ms. Webb had made sure all her main ingredients had webbed gags on. She also made sure their arms and legs remained bound in webbing to prevent them from messing up her culinary creations.

She picked up the fat human, placed him at the edge of the tortilla, and with a quickness that denoted her expertise in her craft, wrapped up her victim. After securing the tips of the wrap with a bit of webbing to prevent it from unraveling, she took a step back and inspected her work. “Voila! An extra large North American Wrap!”

She carried the wrap to her kitchen and placed it on the warm skillet along with the other wraps she had left beside the stove.

The aroma of the meal wafted throughout the restaurant.

“Mm, that smells delicious!” One of the customers in line said.

Ms. Webb placed her wraps on a plate and presented them to the plump spider at the counter. “Indeed they are.”