oh how i miss thee Spydir.

the story behind this is kinda lame. I had this spider in my room high up in the corner of my ceiling. Now i HATE spiders, but this one never came out of his web and usually just chilled there. He always crawled out alittle bit when i came home and i would talk to him all the time.

My grandma, however, wanted to spray raid in my room while i was at school because i have this huge crack along the same corner Spydir was in and bug were getting in. I told her to leave the web there when she spackled the crack, but when i got home Spydir ws gone.

I was upset, it felt like i lost a pet and i was mopey for a couple days, so in english class i wrote this tribute poem for my Spydir. BTW I spelt it like that on purpose, like a fox named Fawks ect ect.

i know its lame, but he became part of my life, so no harsh words or critisism. I dont need it and i dont want it

rip Spydir