Something little that suddenly isn't so little anymore - from Planet of Giants

It Wasn't Meant for You

"Why didn't you tell me?" Ian asked, reaching for her. Insecticide. Who would've thought a little insecticide on her hands could've become such a horror to them?

He couldn't help but remember a school outing they'd been on, a lifetime ago, the one where the insects plagued their picnic attempts so badly he'd stopped at the corner shop for a can of spray.

They'd dropped like flies.

He instinctively reached for her slender hands again, only to have her pull away. "Don't touch me. I'm poisoned!"

Oh Barbara. You can't die. Not like this.

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