Was That a Spider

Was that a spider? I asked my ghost. She nodded her head, fixing my last piece of toast. Can’t you do something about it? I asked, afraid. She poured herself a glass of my pink lemonade. What good are you? I asked in fear As the enormous spider began drinking my beer. Between the spider and the ghost I am out of food. And not truly in the best kind of mood. The spider and the ghost gave each other a big high five. Making me feel silly as I watched the two of them jive. I would leave my house to them both, for sure. Except who would feed my pet cobra, Mr. Lamure?