Homeworld Cleaning my house one afternoon I discovered a small spider carcass behind my desk. I wondered at how this small being had lived his whole life a foot away from me - hatched, grown up, hunted, maybe mated and eventually died - without me ever knowing. I searched my office and found all sorts of dead bugs who had lived their full lives, or at least met their end, not 20 feet from my desk. And I had been oblivious to the drama. My home, their world.