Sticky Encounter

You told me the black goo would touch me and form right around my body, so when I saw a glossy, jet-black dome glistening near the edge of the shoe mat, my spider-senses fired on all cylinders! I leaped off the bottom shelf, landed low in a three-point stance, and reached out to give the dark anomaly an investigative poke. Whoosh—the moment my plastic boot made contact, a thick, super-sticky black mass stretched upwards, clinging to my ankle like a clingy alien glove! Turned out it was a discarded piece of shiny black duct tape flipped sticky-side up. I braced both fists against the wooden floorboards, tugged with everything I had, and finally ripped free with a sharp peel. My red boot has a few sticky grey fuzzies now, but no alien transformation today!