There is an unstable wormhole in the space-time continuum that opens at random sites all over the Earth exerting an irresistable, and highly specific, attraction, sucking reels of sticky tape into its vortex. It leaves behind startled and confused humans unable to account for their sudden loss. The other end of the wormhole is in my living room.

Now if only I could find where the other end of the "pen" wormhole comes out. I only put the fecking thing down for a second.