A daddy long-legs spider scurried across the basement ceiling, its delicate legs casting spidery shadows.

A researcher carefully collected a Sydney funnel-web spider from under a rotting log for study.

As I approached the dark alley, my spider sense is tingling.

A red-legged golden orb-weaver spider hung motionless in the center of its massive web, waiting for prey.

At dawn the old gardener lit a tiny lantern beside the hedge and murmured a blessing to the spidership.