Going up the ladder is never fun. First of all, it’s claustrophobic. The ladder is inside a metal tube, like an old fire escape outside a building. You start climbing, and you keep climbing until you find a hatch.

The thing is, the hatch is never in the same place. Sometimes it's a short trip, sometimes it's long. Sometimes it's really long. Once a Hex Club president was up here for 120 years. He was really old when he came back, and all his Hex Club members were long gone.

So that's the first reason going up the ladder is never fun. I just know Sniffy is going to make a mess of things while I'm gone.

"Awww... you're such a cutie!"

The Winward Spinnerette was in my lap. Making a kind of buzzy rattle. Purring?

"You like that, don't you? Yes...."

I was combing it out with a paddle brush. It seemed to be mostly made of hair.

"And such long arms. Soooooo beautiful."

Like a starfish made out of hair. Five long arms, all coming together in the center. Some kind of barnacle structure at the center, maybe for its eyes. Didn't seem to be a mouth on the underside.

"What? You want to get up? Ok, but only in the room. You can't go outside, ok?"

The Winward Spinnerette slinked out of my lap and onto floor. It shimmied across the carpet, up a chair leg, and onto the table. Grabbing at things like an octopus.

"Well you're quite a climber, aren't you? I should give you a name. Winnie? Too on the nose?"

Winnie was sliding across the table, fluidly, around my laptop. Knocked over an empty cup.

"Hey, you be careful, little buddy!"

And pulled itself up to the open window, and slipped out.

There was a hair in my smoothie at the Spoonbender today. I pulled it out slowly… smoothie dripping off it onto the table. I pulled it more and it kept on coming, getting longer and longer. How much hair was in my smoothie? Was it MOSTLY hair?

I pulled on that hair for 10 minutes and finally realized it was coming out of the bottom of the cup. I followed it back to the kitchen at the Spoonbender and the whole place was full of hair. A hair explosion!

The Spoonbender has a hair hex.

I finally found a hatch. There's a puff of air when you open it. Like leaving a submarine.

"Hello submarine breath!" It's the helpful Secretary of the Dead at the reception desk.

"The already dead, and the someday dead. Present company excluded. How can we help you today?"

"One of our members removed a Winward Spinnerette from its natural environment."

"Ohhhhhh, well that won't do at all, will it. Just a moment..."

The Secretary tapped its teeth with a pencil for several minutes. It then continued tapping over its beak and carapace and skull, knocking spider eggs and bugs from its patchy black hair.

"Vice President Horlix will see you soon. Please take a seat."