Luck was with me. I saw no spiders. Luck was against me. I saw no specters.
If you can feel like a good man in your 40s, you can feel like a better man in your 50s, a Superman in your 60s, and maybe a Spider-Man in your 70s.
I'm not a big fan of spiders, rats, especially if they're like - I got up one morning on a holiday recently, and there was a centipede in the bed that big. I wasn't very happy about that.
It's like the spiders are sharing an ancient secret with me, and that's why I'm going to spend the rest of my life studying spider silk.
Spiders don't chew. They send a special liquid into their prey. The prey's insides turn to mush. Then the spider sucks up its tasty lunch!
My brain more busy than the labouring spider Weaves tedious snares to trap mine enemies.
At what point is a wasp ever going to have a chat with a spider?
I’m really afraid of spiders and my own feelings.
I don't handle creepy crawlers well. I had a spider problem at a house in Australia, and one of my female friends had to come rescue me from it.
Spiders' webs only have to be large enough to catch flies.