(This is all satirical.)
I must become one with the beast if I aim to control it.
We will start our invasion in New Jersey. We will take battle with the hideous Jerseyans. The battle will be a disater, ending in mass chaos through out the near-by areas. Our victory will insue, with vast legions of minions still alive and strong. We will then settle down with another beautiful army and after marriage, we will stay on a recliner while relaxing in our super, ultra, 3000x X-tra large sized, sweat drenched wife beater while nagging the opposing army that they are "a no good *****" and will end up getting a divorce three years later.
Hence, the end of the spider army story.