When I was on the plane coming back from a recent business trip, I boarded fairly early, and the plane was crowded. I had a middle seat stuck between two other guys. It was getting hot in there and it felt like it took forever before the pilot turned on the air. The second it came on, I - and everybody else on the plane - grabbed for their little personal nozzle to open the air flow and adjust its direction. Whew! That’s a lot better. But then, about 5 minutes after we took off, I heard a clunk, and the air flow from the nozzle seemed to drop considerably. Then there was this really high-pitched noise. It was driving me crazy. I was looking around the plane to see where it was coming from. It was getting louder and louder. Eeeeeeeeee. I looked at the other passengers, expecting to see them all cringing at the sound, all looking around to see where it’s coming from, some of them calling the attendant to ask about it. Everyone else seemed calm. Am I the only one who can hear this sound? It’s getting louder! It’s drilling into my brain! The pain! Then I realized it was coming from my air nozzle. As a test, I blocked the nozzle with my finger. The sound stopped. I tried to adjust it and bang it and everything I could think of to stop the noise, but the only thing I could do was turn down the air. But I need my air! Then after another half hour, the sound was getting louder again - so I had to turn it down again. And then after another half hour my only choice was to turn it off altogether. It’s so hot. It’s so stifling. I can’t breathe. Why are they torturing me like this?!
A spider did it. I betcha.
Bent on revenge, he (or she) planted a piece of trash in the vent leading to your air nozzle. He could only manage to partially block the airflow, but the annoying noise was an added bonus.
When he saw that the noise was getting to you, he changed his plan. Instead of trying to blck the air completely, he just adjusted the trash to make the noise louder and louder, forcing you to turn off the air yourself.
I bet all the other spiders in the Psy-ops division are patting him on the back and giving him high-fives.