Does Size Really Matter?

After reading this poem I wrote for my first poetry collection, Precious Love, I'll let you decide for yourself.

Does size really matter? I ask myself this question standing frozen in place, horrified, a plate of fries the only thing separating me from the hideous spider.

A fraction of my body mass, this gangling insect with its spindly legs possesses more power over me than a mammal triple my size.

What can the common house spider do to make my skin crawl or is it just that, the fact that it can? The mere mention of its name brings bouts of itchiness the strength of chickenpox.

I blush in embarrassment as I reach for the beer bottle, first for its squishing ability and then for the medicinal qualities I will need when it’s all over.