In my house, the lyrics of "Itsy-Bitsy Spider" were never allowed to be sung. I realize I may have deprived Nicholas and Alexa of an allegedly fun song and hand motion activity but spiders are no laughing (or singing) matter. If one of those eight-legged evil arachnids happened to climb up a spout and get washed back out, I expect someone in my family promptly squash it with a boot heel.
I have heard people say they are gentle creatures, necessary to the environment but I don't buy it. I'm not sure when my fear of them was borne, maybe when I went to Girl Scout camp and was away from home for the first time and was so homesick and the tents were surrounded by those crawling monsters. All I know is, if they are in a room or a house, or the out of doors, I must promptly retreat.
Challenge yourself. Make every word count. Tighten up your prose. Experiment with that deceptively simple form of writing called "flash fiction."
Flash fiction — "short-shorts," "sudden," "postcard," and "microfiction" — refers to pieces of prose that range from 75 to 1,000 words. In China, such fiction is called "smoke-long stories": stories that are just long enough to peruse while smoking a cigarette. Whatever name you give it, these vignettes are made to be devoured quickly and their taste left to linger long after you have savoured the final word.