Eerie

So, this morning, just like many mornings recently, I woke, stepped out of my room into the large main living area and checked the fire. And as usual it was down to some large embers. I stoked it, got some flames going and added a couple logs. I noticed a tiny little spider on the bottom of one of the logs I had placed. I decided not to think twice about it and closed the door. I left it to heat the kettle for tea. When I returned to check the fire, I opened it up and was disturbed by a faint but very audible squealing sound coming from within the fireplace. Now, I know it was probably just something in or on the wood, but I could not help but imagine tiny little spiders squealing for the lives. I closed it back up and let it burn, hoping that the sound would dissipate. After I got my toast and tea and checked it again. They were still squealing. Very eerie. Almost heart wrenching. I figure my weird imagination on this point could be attributed to the book I'm reading: The Road by Cormac McCarthy. It is dark and eerie. But, I have a hard time putting it down for its beautiful poetry and the hope that something good will come...though at the same time sure that non could nor will. Anyway, I like tending the fire and drinking my tea every morning, but I could do without the squealing spiders.