I believe the "American Arachnophobia Act" passed in the Disco Era strictly forbids mocking those
persons afflicted with the fear of all things hairy and crawly, fears actualized on a daily basis by walking through webs the little bastatdos stretch across the front walkway.
NOTE: This is not to be confused with
Arachibutyrophobia = The fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of the mouth.