Arachnophobia

You’re never more than six feet from a spider, And this includes your car, beneath your seat. Though you may find him an unwelcome rider, It’s likely because there is stuff to eat. They’re normally an easy-going house guest, Though widows and recluses cause much harm. My intellect says leaving them is best; My spidey-sense still triggers the alarm. I think it’s ‘cuz they seem so other-worldly, Like some genetic freak from outer space. I always feel like I’m being invaded When they are scurrying about the place. And if, upon your face, at night they crawl, Then strip the bed and set fire to it all.