Every time I walk into the dark bathroom at the office,
I worry that I'm going to be attacked by a spider,
Daddy-long-legs is going to be waiting by the light switch
to jump on my hand and bite me when
I touch the wall trying to find it.
To my relief, he is still over in the corner
in his web, and hasn't moved at all.
I really should sweep him away, but
I like the idea that he might be eating other bugs.
Uh-oh, now there are two spiders. Maybe he's a she.
by: Paula Dean Nevison