Once upon a time there was a little old lady who was not scared of anything — except spiders.
She lived in an old house in the countryside where big hairy black spiders, leggy brown spiders and spiders that jumped in the night hid quietly in nooks and crannies.
The creeping creatures took pleasure in their new fall haunt, each with their eight tiny feet warmed within moments of scurrying inside. And before many cozy days passed, the spiders learned that the little old lady was not scared of anything — except them.
Without many bugs to catch, her distress became their pleasure.
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Sometimes the jumping spider would skitter across the ceiling to entertain other spider friends as they peered with beady eyes to watch the little old lady shriek and dance the jig. The long-legged garden spider — who’d taken a liking to the toasty indoors — amused with trapeze acts above her head while she slept in the darkness. Only when morning dawned could the little old lady see the silky thread that hovered above her suddenly damp forehead.
The spiders delighted in her screams.
During the daylight, the little old lady hid her deep fear from others, bravely sweeping wayward spiders out her front door. At other times, she would even capture them on her dust-mop, and then fling them with bravado into the frost-covered bushes. The little old lady thought she had everyone — but the spiders — fooled.
But someone learned of her secret fear.
One night a trick was played on the little old lady — one she discovered very early the next day.
Sleepy-eyed the little old lady opened her refrigerator. As she reached for the cream for her coffee, her screech woke the household. A huge black plastic spider sat waiting to surprise her.
The little old lady laughed until tears ran down her wrinkly cheeks. Little did the Halloween prankster realize that Grandma Lucy would consider this trick such a wonderful treat.