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Startled when he noticed Hodgins' appearance, Booth scrunched his nose and asked, "What the hell happened to you?"
His hand gingerly patting his swollen nose, Hodgins smiled, "While I was looking for particulates at the crime scene this morning, I disturbed at Cheiracanthium inclusum. It bit me on the end of my nose and then it took off. I got a good look at it before he disappeared so I was able to identify it. It was entirely my fault. I should have been more careful."
Curious, Booth asked, "What the hell is a cherry whatcha' call it and tell me in English?"
Amused with his friend, Hodgins replied, "It's a Yellow Sac Spider. They aren't really dangerous. Their bite can cause swelling and redness when they bite you and occasionally a blister but that's all. In a week or two you'll never be able to tell that I was bitten. When I go back to the crime scene this afternoon, I'll be a little more cautious."
A little shudder running down his spine, Booth shook his head, "God I hate it when spiders are around me. I can't tell the poisonous ones from the harmless ones so I worry about it. I don't want one to sting me, ya know?"
Glancing at the tip of his nose in the reflection of a metallic bowl, Hodgins responded, "They don't sting, they bite and you worry too much. Spiders are our friends. They have a natural order in the food chain and are a benefit to the animal kingdom as well as to humanity."
Unconvinced, Booth patted his friend on the shoulder, "Sure, you keep telling yourself that Bug Boy. Me . . . the only good spider is a dead spider."
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