Arachnids

There had never been so many of them all in one place.

There had never been so many of them all in one place.
Thousands of them confined in such a small space,
Caused the skin on my bare arms to crawl,
Caused the hair in my head to turn white and fall
To the ground like snow in a midwinter blizzard.

As I watched the eight-legged terrors creep,
Inside the walls of their glass enclosure,
I knew that I would be unable to sleep,
With so many arachnids inside of my house,
It was at this point I wished I had a spouse.

Backing away from the spider filled container,
I decided to call an exterminator,
So I picked up my phone and dialed the Terminator,
He entered my front door with lasers blazing,
He left after my house completely razing.

My arachnophobia so paralyzed me,
That I was unable to clearly see reality,
Or to voice the question haunting my terrified mind,
About the number of spiders in the one quart fruit jar:
I wonder now how I could have been so blind.