To the spiders in the ceiling corners: you’re keeping your end of the contract, love u honeys catch those tasty flies
To the spiders halfway down the wall and touchin my furniture: you’re on thin fucking ice babes
To the spiders who think it’s funny to sit next to my shampoo in the shower: see you in hell
To the spiders who make a single string in hallways I walk through every single day: Well played motherfucker.