Of Spider Abuse, I'D Not Be Accused

It was never my intent to collect the creepy crawlers but I couldn't make myself swat them with a broom. I thought they might be useful one day, on brawlers who make trouble, like aphids on roses in bloom. So, the meshed bag became the receptacle I used to keep them alive. One by one, I joined them together but fed them daily. Of spider abuse I'd not be accused! I watched them interact in the prison tied with a tether. There was no fighting among them when there were three Respectfully, they kept their distance in separate corners even when I threw in a fly, a moth and a tiny dead flea. I wondered if they died, would there have been mourners? It seems arachnids could teach humans a lesson in humanity When my bag began to move on its own, I knew it was time to set them free. You may question my sanity and the inanity of releasing the creatures but keeping them would be a crime. Where would they best be turned loose in one fell swoop? The rose garden! Infested with pests on which they'd feast! I opened the bag carefully and they marched as a troop, conquering heroes of the Rose War, each bug eyed beast!