Leaving Lepidoptera... Please don't touch the display, little boy. Oh-ho-ho... cute. Moving to the next aisle, we have Arachnida, the spiders, our finest collection. This friendly, little fellow is the Heptithilidae, unfortunately harmless. Next to him... the nasty Lycosa Raptoria. His tiny fangs cause creeping ulcerations of the skin. And here... my prize, The Black Widow. Isn't she lovely? And so deadly. Her kiss is fifteen times as poisonous as that of the rattlesnake. You see, her venom is highly neuro-toxic. Which is to say that it attacks the central nervous system; causing intense pain, profuse sweating, difficulty in breathing, loss of conciousness, violent convulsions, and, finally... uh, death. You know, what I think I love the most about her is her in-born need to dominate, posess. In fact, immediately after the consummation of her marriage to the smaller and weaker male of the specie, she kills and eats him. Oo-hoo, she is delicious! (And I hope he was.) If I may put forward a slice of personal phylosophy, I feel that Man has ruled this world as a stumbling, demented child-king long enough! And as his empire crumbles, my precious Black Widow shall rise as his most fitting successor! nnThese words he speaks are true,nWe're all humanary stew,nIf we don't pledge allegiance tonThe black widownnThe horror that he brings,nThe horror of his sting,nThe unholiest of kings,nThe black widow.nnOur minds will be his toy,nAnd every girl and boynWill learn to be employed bynThe Black widow.nLove me,nnYes, we love me,nLove him,nYes we love him,nLove me,nYes we love him.nnHe sits upon this throne and picksnAt all the bones of his husbandsnAnd his wives he's devoured.nHe stares with a gleam,nWith a laugh so obscene at the virginsnAnd the children he's deflowered.nn[Repeat 2nd verse]nnOur thoughts are hot and crazed,nOur brains are webbed in haze,nOf mindless, senseless, dazenThe black widow.