Daddy-long-legs

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