Betty the Spiderman

He shot webs out of his wrists, he was cool.
A smooth dive into the air and he'd float to a any direction he wanted.

Swinging from tall buildings to another, falling from the sky and sticking on surfaces easily seemed so exciting and I was to get this strength and loads of unique capabilities just by letting it sting.
Yes, I could find the source to all the strengths, they were all around me, back in the farms behind the yard.

I turned off the TV and went for the source. Caught them on the webbed lines they made. I took them all out and inserted in a tin until I had different breeds of the arachnids in the container.

It wasn't so painful, I said to myself after I received my first sting.
I quickly, after the second bite, flung my hand in the usual way my role model does, but no web came from my wrist.

Who knows?, maybe I don't have the powers yet because the right spider haven't bitten me, so I had about seven more feast on my flesh but still nothing, just a swollen neck where I placed them to bite.

My body was covered with itching boils the next day.
The pain I felt throughout my skin was excruciating.
Maybe I'll be a spiderman after this illness, but once I am fine again, I dare not go near another spider.