It was written in their genes from olden times of last month,
First would come the roar and the mighty sucking sounds,
The altars of their ancestors would be destroyed,
Ancient molted skeletons gone in an instant.
Next the babies wretched from their egg sacks,
Mothers skitter to save themselves,
In other news, vials of pulverized spider webs, eggs and skeletons will be up for sale by the end of the week.