[ WP ] Spiders are a species who made the noble decision to protect humans from small poisonous insects and disease carrying critters . However , with the amount that have been killed in fear or annoyance by humans , they have begun to leave us to our doom .

`` No'', Awruh the Gentle begged the Grand Council, all of her eight legs tense in discomfort. `` These are gentle beasts, as dumb as they are. They mean no true harm, the sight of an arachnid merely frightens and confuses them sometimes. You can not expect them to understand the grand scale of things.'' 
 
 The Grand Council stirred in discussion. 
 
 `` I had thirteen thousand magnificient daughters'', Oahur the Plain protested. `` And the monster in my house murdered every single one of them. It had something in it's hands, a hideous poison it spewed on them, and each of them died in horrid pain.'' 
 
 *It did n't understand they were your daughters*, Awruh wanted to say, *it did not understand what it was doing*. But these dignified, magnificient spiders would not understand. They were *determined* not to understand. 
 
 `` They must die!'' Screamed Spindly the Dainty, spinning on another unnecessary string of web, stretching out all of her six legs ( save for the ones she used to hold on the string ). She was a creature of vanity, and for some inexplicable reason, some spiders - the more distressingly, some spiders who *held power* - listened to her, for no other account than of her exquisite beauty. Beauty and evil. 
 
 `` They destroy my webs'', agreed Fphenennin who kept making her webs into stupid places. 
 
 `` They do not understand'', Awruh insisted. `` They do n't know what they are doing. They do not understand the good that we do to them, lest they would not do the harm they did. All we need to do is to act accordingly, and just not put our webs in their way.'' 
 
 `` So you want us to live constantly dodging them?'' asked Hesedfu the the Ugly. `` Yes'', instantly agreed Wagr the Servant, the rare male of the council, `` you want us to cower in fear of them''. A murmur arose in agreement, despite of everyone knowing that Hesedfu only kept her consort alive to echo her thoughts in councils. 
 
 `` No'', Awruh said, raising her foremost limbs up in frustration. `` I want us to be *sensible* of them. We can coexist, and it has proven beneficial before, has n't it? Their nests make heat in the winter, allowing those of us who can not endure the northernmost climates to survive the winter. They provide us living spaces, even *companionship* of a queer sorts between certain odd individuals. All we need to do is to stay out of their way, to be understanding with them. If we provide for them, they will provide for *us*. Can you not see that?'' 
 
 `` No'', called Widowmaker, who sometimes mated and killed less for the joy of mating than the joy of killing. 
 
 `` Fuck those things'', agreed Brutal the Broad, whose statement was echoed in a swarm of applause. Awruh attempted to raise her voice again, but to no use.
