100 Quotes About Spiders

Like delicate lace,So the threads intertwine,Oh, gossamer webOf wond'rous design!Such beauty and graceWild nature produces...Ughh, look at the spiderSuck out that bug's juices!

Her followers wore loose black tunics and loincloths slashes with white stripes to mimic a spider's many legs; some wore carved talismans, and others fearlessly allowed fat, furry tarantulas to crawl freely over their shoulders.

And the spiders?""Still there.""But?""But I can have spiders in my head as long as I don't let them consume me.

First we molt,then spin a web,after this we weave,until our food is dead.Next dancing a jig,And waiting for a meal,Then we wrestle a bitTil we sit and eat our fill.”Captain Muntweight

Nineteen secrets, nineteen stones,nineteen branches, nineteen bones,untold wonders in a daybreathing deep under stone and clay.

A gardener is like a prophet looking out on a barren land and saying, ‘I see corn on that hill, and beans beneath the grove, and lavender in the field, and over there some roses by the brick wall.’ Don’t you think that’s what a good friend should be like? A truly good friend is one who can look at our bare lives and see the fruit of what will one day come from deep inside us.

It's spider season. Every year, right about now, thousands of the godless eight-legged bastards emerge from the bowels of hell (or the garden, whichever's nearest) with the sole intention of tormenting humankind.

Oh here's a nice one, he brown recluse spider. This once resides in wooded areas. In other words, next to my head while I'm sleeping. ' In a small number of cases, a bite from a brown recluse can produce organ damage with occasional fatalities.' ""That's the worst-case scenario. how can it be? It's called a 'recluse'""It's been my experience that all recluses have a mean streak.

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