Spiderman

She'd called him Spiderman. He was, that much is true, a spider. He did delight in catching flies in home-made nets, he also ate any who were too dumb to stay away so, all in all there was not one thing wrong with him and that is why the following does shock. He got up late that morning after the election, she served him fresh caught flies, and one big bee, the drink was blood with just a touch of hirudine to keep the clotting gremlin out of it, they say that spiders love to eat and stick to only flies they have a love life just the same as normal guys. He left, without a word, one leg left on the plate and two small wings, blood drink unfinished but not a note, no word to neighbours. Dammit. And from the rafters looked a gecko, cute he was and winked and blinked, he loved his spiders, rare and of best stock, and that is how it was.