
My name is Lee. I hate spiders. They are my mortal enemy. Ever since I can remember they have been out to get me. For example the other day I was sat beneath the oak tree thinking about stuff and it suddenly appeared behind me dangling from one of the trees biggest branches. It stared directly at me with its many big black eyes. I knew it, it knew it. It was going to kill me. I had to think fast, but I wasn’t sure what to do. I didn’t want to touch it. Then I remembered something my mum told me about spiders, that the thread they make their webs and dangle from isn’t that strong, well not to humans anyway. So quick as a flash I jumped up, span around and sliced through the thread with my hand, causing the spider to plummet to the ground. Well, that’s what I thought had happened but as I looked down to my trousers I felt something crawl up the back of my leg.
My mum and Gerald were watching on from the house (of course they always manage to catch all of my most embarrassing moments) and witnessed the whole event; including the rather dramatic end which involved me sort of dancing around the oak tree, in an attempt to get the spider off me. I eventually came to the decision (though I’m not sure why now) that the only way to succeed was for me to take my trousers off, much to the added amusement for mum and Gerald. In the end the spider had taken my pride and my trousers but not my life.
This is why I hate spiders.
Lee.