Waiting avidly for unwary prey

Terrifyingly huge, dark and shiny with squat body,

thin sprinter's legs enabling rapid pounces

grabbing his chosen victims.

(he likes them plumpish.)      

Met face to face provoked a shriek,

though he, luckily, was voiceless.

Such an apparition petrifying,

but probably the fright was mutual,

causing him to retreat into his sinister lair

in a gloomy dark dusty corner of two walls.

But we have come to an agreement,

at least I dearly hope so.

I won't brandish a bristly broom at him,

or splash out on some lethal spray,

so Fergus the funnel spider won't jump out at me.

For the time being it's working, so I can use the garage.