When I was a young toddler, still in diapers, I was bitten on the abdomen by a Brown Recluse (this was in Missouri). It ate a hole clear through my skin to my guts about the size that an adult thumb could pass through (according to my folks). My mom told me she could see my bottom rib. Not sure what the ER doc did to control the necrosis. But it was treated and eventually healed. The morning the babysitter found the hole in me my mom had just read a story in the newspaper about how a 60ish year old man had been bitten twice and died. I was lucky.
That's how I feel about spiders. My comment above explains why.






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