Ew! That was my first instinct upon seeing that word. But then I realized that I don’t necessarily hate spiders as much as I used to. One time I didn’t sleep in my room for two weeks because I saw a spider. Some spiders are scary, but a lot of them I just find interesting, now.
eight legged insects crawl over the ground, inspiring the dirty, filthy, and wretched begger’s to ask for food they could never have been found. Wound up like the sly bugs they are, one to always look too far. So far like a star in the distance, wondering where in the end will spiders be with only instinctual persistence.
there was a spider cawling o my ceiling the other day. now how he got there i dont know. but i knew he was black and had grey spots all over. which reminded me of my old dog, tiger. crawled and crawled he did and he made several little homes for himself throughout my entire room. and mind i did not, for, some company couldnt kill me for a bit.
The spider sat and watched how much everyone hated him. The poor dear. He just wants to be loved. He didn’t want to just get squished every time someone saw him. He wants to build beautiful webs and make millions of babies, like a normal spider does. But he will never get that life.
My Mama ain’t never killed a spider in her whole life. She says they be good bugs, cause they eat the mozzies that’s always biting our bare legs. When she found ’em in the house, she’d just take out a cup and paper and scoop ’em right up. She’d let ’em go on the back porch while I watched safely from the window, sitting on the kitchen sink.
an insect with many limbs, some people think it is gross, it spins webs for its home and to catch flies to eat. it crawls in dark and damp places. that is what a spider is. spiders come in many different sizes and are difficult to kill (sometimes). they tend to scare women particularly.
My son is learning about spiders right now. Actually he is learning about Black widows. I am learning more about Black widows than I have ever known. Actually, the female black widow is super cool. She is the boss. She is a typical women! I respect her! Males are scared of her and they know she is the boss! After mating, she might eat them or she might let them stay a day or too..just depends on her mood! Men bring her food wrapped in silk so that she will eat it instead of them! How funny is that!
“Look I am all for gender equality but this is ridiculous,” Lucy sighed as she watched him squirm before her.
“Since when did fear have a gender preference!” he cried, turning away from the afronting web. “What does that have to do with anything! Kill it already!”
“It’s just a spider. Calm down.”
That damn spider. He won’t leave. I should leave. Should I leave. Spider, leave. I should move on and forget about my life here and the spider, this place, and my family can all go to hell.
I watched this movie with my mom about poisonous spiders once. The spider, which looked just like a tarantula, would bite you and then you would shrivel up and die. Your whole body was this gangly green skeleton. It’s still hard to think about.
The spider was the biggest one she’d ever seen in a closet that she actually intended to hang her actual clothes in. Her shriek accomplished the banishing of the spider, but it only squeezed itself into a tiny space in the hardware for the shelf. She never could go in there, for even the biggest jacket after that without looking at the spider’s last known spot and turning on the light.
The young lady was aghast at what she had seen! A spider, in all of it’s sticky messy, webbiness. She started toward the door as quickly as she could without pause
fascinating little creature. makes beautiful webds. has a purpose. is in obedience to Allah. has been created for humans as all of God’s creation was to help mankind so we should be thankful to Allah and be great vicgerants we were suppose to be.
There was once a spider. It was named Aragog. It was actually not a spider because it was actually an acromantula, a giant tarantula like being. It likes to eat little animals. But not Hagrid. Because Hagrid is a frikkin’ giant. Aragog would probably gotten indigestion anyway.
i hate spiders. i really do. pab & i were watching jeopardy the other day and the category was spiders. he couldn’t understand why i hated them. they are just…gross. i do not like snakes either. spiders have eight legs, they crawl around, they hid in weird, small places and pop out at people. and they bite. not my favorite things at all. yuck.
spiders are 5 or 7 legged creatures crawling on the walls and in the forests, they are not supposed to be killed but people still crush them which is inhumane.
Spiders freak me out. They always have. I’m not any less afraid of them now, though I have a lot more respect for their existance.
…When I was little my sister told me that you swallow and average of six spiders a year when your sleeping and I haven’t had a good nights sleep since…
A beautiful thing. I knew it was you, and it still is. Each time I move into a new place, there you are. On my face in the middle of the night. A black beautiful spider. Some would be scared. I’m lucky that my angels visit me in just this way.
I hate spiders. Well I don’t hate them, I’m just really not a fan. My mother rescues spiders, daddy long legs mostly, and puts the ugly ones outside. I do the same thing, I just don’t like them very much.
I had an ex boyfriend who was scared of spiders. My sister saw a pink one in Target near Halloween & acted terrified. Itches ridiculous, I didn’t believe her. How immature. How could one be scared of such an obviously unreal item, much less something so helpful as a creature as the spider.
Im not scared of you. You crouch, in the bath, near the plug waiting for me, you could grow, larger and blacker, each little hairy leg snarling at me. But you don’t scare me, instead I pick you up and help you out.
a noiseless patient spider is not what i am. I hurl and fling and crash gracelessly through tribulations and stress and sleepless days. I am not creating beauty. I am crunching for deadlines.
Oh, to be spinning a silken web in space, dancing a beautiful dance and creating something holy.
For now…I’m tired and lazy and guiltily munching on fritos.
“How can someone like you be afraid of a stupid spider?”
I’m not sure what to say to that. Someone like me? Is he trying to call me fearless? I think back on all of the cowardly things I’ve done, the situations I’ve stuck out because I’m too scared to call it quits, the people I’ve stood by who garner attention from others by putting me down. I want to scream that I’m a terrible coward, that every day I drown in an ocean of my fears, but my words run dry.
Spiders are creepy and crawly. The eight legged creatures of the world. They are mostly ugly and always scary. Spiders are gross. Thay give me chills and make me scream. EEEWWW SPIDERS!!!!
I watch the new trailers or videos for the new spider man and I get jealous, like, damn I wish that was me. Not that I would be famous or that I’d be a gazillionaire or anything involving fame or even acting…I’d just like, for once, to be a hero or to have the power to be in THAT many people’s minds and have a performance of mine heard by the public.
I remember that day when you told me there was a spider above my bed. I was so scared and never wanted to sleep in that bed ever again. You laughed your beautiful laugh and said everything will be fine. Now as I look back I realize your lies that you told me. They were spread out so nicely over the years, over and over in my brain. I could walk on each strand of lies for days in blissful oblivion and I would still love you and your laugh. That lie about the spider, I still think about it and those leftover strands still stir in my head today.
spiders are disgusting creatures who have 8 legs. they are extremely gross and they crawl everywhere and get into everything. its really annoying. did you know that the average human eats like 8 spiders without knowing in his/her lifetime. i don’t know how some people can keep tarantulas as pets. i mean they’re SO gross, imagine something crawling over you while you sleep *shudder*
i have enough trouble deciding how to use my time. if i had six extra legs i don’t know what i’d do. the promise of multitasking excellence is daunting.
spiders are cool i dont know why more poepl dont like spider man, hes’ one of my favorite superheros, his power isn’t that magnificant, but he makes the absolute best of it and becomes amazing, spiders can be creppy though, it’s weird that humans are naturally scared of insects, they’re pretty interesting creatures who naturally pose no harm to us, but we sterotype them as “nasty” which i don’t think is fair.
They are scary and tiny. I know that they are supposed to help the insect population in your house, but I can’t help but imagine one getting in my eye. It’s like in the movie “Charlotte’s Web” where all of her babies burst and eat her. It’s supposed to be a moving and touching scene but no one seems to realize the violence that is occurring in a children’s film.
The itsy bisty spider, I have a feeling, was not so itsy. I mean, that Muffet, she’s one tough cookie so it had to be something pretty scary to frighten her right off her tuffet.
Syd hates spiders. I don’t know why she’s become so freaked out by it, but she has. She gets freaked out at the idea of even touching a picture of one.
I guess we’re all like that though. We get freaked out by something that gets built up in our minds. But really, is there anything to be afraid of?
the spider is watching me. He invites his friends to the soiree in which they feed on my dead skin cells. They hold a bake cell and the proceeds go toward their spiderlings. They continue to fester in my habitat until one finally decides to talk to me. I don’t mind him, and he has nothing to fear from me. He will spin a web that my mind will bounce off for some time.
It was deadly. It was icky. It had long, eight legs and was hairy. Lexis hated spiders more than she hated anything else in the world, and when she seen one of them crawling on her bed, she had yelled out in terror for her father to come and kill it.
Ew! That was my first instinct upon seeing that word. But then I realized that I don’t necessarily hate spiders as much as I used to. One time I didn’t sleep in my room for two weeks because I saw a spider. Some spiders are scary, but a lot of them I just find interesting, now.
eight legged insects crawl over the ground, inspiring the dirty, filthy, and wretched begger’s to ask for food they could never have been found. Wound up like the sly bugs they are, one to always look too far. So far like a star in the distance, wondering where in the end will spiders be with only instinctual persistence.
eight legged insects crawl over the ground, inspiring the dirty, filthy, and wretched begger’s to ask for food they could never have been found.
there was a spider cawling o my ceiling the other day. now how he got there i dont know. but i knew he was black and had grey spots all over. which reminded me of my old dog, tiger. crawled and crawled he did and he made several little homes for himself throughout my entire room. and mind i did not, for, some company couldnt kill me for a bit.
The spider sat and watched how much everyone hated him. The poor dear. He just wants to be loved. He didn’t want to just get squished every time someone saw him. He wants to build beautiful webs and make millions of babies, like a normal spider does. But he will never get that life.
My Mama ain’t never killed a spider in her whole life. She says they be good bugs, cause they eat the mozzies that’s always biting our bare legs. When she found ’em in the house, she’d just take out a cup and paper and scoop ’em right up. She’d let ’em go on the back porch while I watched safely from the window, sitting on the kitchen sink.
an insect with many limbs, some people think it is gross, it spins webs for its home and to catch flies to eat. it crawls in dark and damp places. that is what a spider is. spiders come in many different sizes and are difficult to kill (sometimes). they tend to scare women particularly.
My son is learning about spiders right now. Actually he is learning about Black widows. I am learning more about Black widows than I have ever known. Actually, the female black widow is super cool. She is the boss. She is a typical women! I respect her! Males are scared of her and they know she is the boss! After mating, she might eat them or she might let them stay a day or too..just depends on her mood! Men bring her food wrapped in silk so that she will eat it instead of them! How funny is that!
crawling diamonds suspended in the air, awaiting the perfect moment, the perfect opportunity to STRIKE. Venom piercing fangs delve and destroy
“Look I am all for gender equality but this is ridiculous,” Lucy sighed as she watched him squirm before her.
“Since when did fear have a gender preference!” he cried, turning away from the afronting web. “What does that have to do with anything! Kill it already!”
“It’s just a spider. Calm down.”
Ever see a spider eat tacos? It’s impressive.
That damn spider. He won’t leave. I should leave. Should I leave. Spider, leave. I should move on and forget about my life here and the spider, this place, and my family can all go to hell.
I watched this movie with my mom about poisonous spiders once. The spider, which looked just like a tarantula, would bite you and then you would shrivel up and die. Your whole body was this gangly green skeleton. It’s still hard to think about.
The spider was the biggest one she’d ever seen in a closet that she actually intended to hang her actual clothes in. Her shriek accomplished the banishing of the spider, but it only squeezed itself into a tiny space in the hardware for the shelf. She never could go in there, for even the biggest jacket after that without looking at the spider’s last known spot and turning on the light.
The young lady was aghast at what she had seen! A spider, in all of it’s sticky messy, webbiness. She started toward the door as quickly as she could without pause
fascinating little creature. makes beautiful webds. has a purpose. is in obedience to Allah. has been created for humans as all of God’s creation was to help mankind so we should be thankful to Allah and be great vicgerants we were suppose to be.
There was once a spider. It was named Aragog. It was actually not a spider because it was actually an acromantula, a giant tarantula like being. It likes to eat little animals. But not Hagrid. Because Hagrid is a frikkin’ giant. Aragog would probably gotten indigestion anyway.
i hate spiders. i really do. pab & i were watching jeopardy the other day and the category was spiders. he couldn’t understand why i hated them. they are just…gross. i do not like snakes either. spiders have eight legs, they crawl around, they hid in weird, small places and pop out at people. and they bite. not my favorite things at all. yuck.
spiders are 5 or 7 legged creatures crawling on the walls and in the forests, they are not supposed to be killed but people still crush them which is inhumane.
Spiders freak me out. They always have. I’m not any less afraid of them now, though I have a lot more respect for their existance.
…When I was little my sister told me that you swallow and average of six spiders a year when your sleeping and I haven’t had a good nights sleep since…
A beautiful thing. I knew it was you, and it still is. Each time I move into a new place, there you are. On my face in the middle of the night. A black beautiful spider. Some would be scared. I’m lucky that my angels visit me in just this way.
I hate spiders. Well I don’t hate them, I’m just really not a fan. My mother rescues spiders, daddy long legs mostly, and puts the ugly ones outside. I do the same thing, I just don’t like them very much.
I had an ex boyfriend who was scared of spiders. My sister saw a pink one in Target near Halloween & acted terrified. Itches ridiculous, I didn’t believe her. How immature. How could one be scared of such an obviously unreal item, much less something so helpful as a creature as the spider.
Im not scared of you. You crouch, in the bath, near the plug waiting for me, you could grow, larger and blacker, each little hairy leg snarling at me. But you don’t scare me, instead I pick you up and help you out.
a noiseless patient spider is not what i am. I hurl and fling and crash gracelessly through tribulations and stress and sleepless days. I am not creating beauty. I am crunching for deadlines.
Oh, to be spinning a silken web in space, dancing a beautiful dance and creating something holy.
For now…I’m tired and lazy and guiltily munching on fritos.
“How can someone like you be afraid of a stupid spider?”
I’m not sure what to say to that. Someone like me? Is he trying to call me fearless? I think back on all of the cowardly things I’ve done, the situations I’ve stuck out because I’m too scared to call it quits, the people I’ve stood by who garner attention from others by putting me down. I want to scream that I’m a terrible coward, that every day I drown in an ocean of my fears, but my words run dry.
“I don’t know, I just am.”
casi muero de un ssto cuando la vi en la pared, habia constuido una gran telaraña, tenia miedo que hubieran mas…
Spiders are creepy and crawly. The eight legged creatures of the world. They are mostly ugly and always scary. Spiders are gross. Thay give me chills and make me scream. EEEWWW SPIDERS!!!!
I watch the new trailers or videos for the new spider man and I get jealous, like, damn I wish that was me. Not that I would be famous or that I’d be a gazillionaire or anything involving fame or even acting…I’d just like, for once, to be a hero or to have the power to be in THAT many people’s minds and have a performance of mine heard by the public.
I remember that day when you told me there was a spider above my bed. I was so scared and never wanted to sleep in that bed ever again. You laughed your beautiful laugh and said everything will be fine. Now as I look back I realize your lies that you told me. They were spread out so nicely over the years, over and over in my brain. I could walk on each strand of lies for days in blissful oblivion and I would still love you and your laugh. That lie about the spider, I still think about it and those leftover strands still stir in my head today.
spiders are disgusting creatures who have 8 legs. they are extremely gross and they crawl everywhere and get into everything. its really annoying. did you know that the average human eats like 8 spiders without knowing in his/her lifetime. i don’t know how some people can keep tarantulas as pets. i mean they’re SO gross, imagine something crawling over you while you sleep *shudder*
I stared, horrified. So this would be my demise.
Not the assassins that wanted me dead.
Not the countless bullets wasted searching to destroy my human life.
But the poison of a tiny pest hundreds of times my inferior in size and brain capacity.
I’ll admit it – I screamed.
i have enough trouble deciding how to use my time. if i had six extra legs i don’t know what i’d do. the promise of multitasking excellence is daunting.
spiders are cool i dont know why more poepl dont like spider man, hes’ one of my favorite superheros, his power isn’t that magnificant, but he makes the absolute best of it and becomes amazing, spiders can be creppy though, it’s weird that humans are naturally scared of insects, they’re pretty interesting creatures who naturally pose no harm to us, but we sterotype them as “nasty” which i don’t think is fair.
They are scary and tiny. I know that they are supposed to help the insect population in your house, but I can’t help but imagine one getting in my eye. It’s like in the movie “Charlotte’s Web” where all of her babies burst and eat her. It’s supposed to be a moving and touching scene but no one seems to realize the violence that is occurring in a children’s film.
The itsy bisty spider, I have a feeling, was not so itsy. I mean, that Muffet, she’s one tough cookie so it had to be something pretty scary to frighten her right off her tuffet.
Syd hates spiders. I don’t know why she’s become so freaked out by it, but she has. She gets freaked out at the idea of even touching a picture of one.
I guess we’re all like that though. We get freaked out by something that gets built up in our minds. But really, is there anything to be afraid of?
the spider is watching me. He invites his friends to the soiree in which they feed on my dead skin cells. They hold a bake cell and the proceeds go toward their spiderlings. They continue to fester in my habitat until one finally decides to talk to me. I don’t mind him, and he has nothing to fear from me. He will spin a web that my mind will bounce off for some time.
those legs enthralled of hair
have trickled down your backs
and set camp
with stucking web.
Each spider played
itsy-bitsy
upon the unreachable of your back
and revealed each childish shame.
It was deadly. It was icky. It had long, eight legs and was hairy. Lexis hated spiders more than she hated anything else in the world, and when she seen one of them crawling on her bed, she had yelled out in terror for her father to come and kill it.