3 Weeks Later
I starred up at the face that might kill me. I can't help but feel scared...terrified when ever I take in its form. Many pairs of beady, red eyes starred back at me. I recognized the red, hourglass shaped marking on the abdomen. A black widow spider. A GIANT Black Widow Spider. A person may wonder why I'm so terrified. Reason 1: This thing is huge. Reason 2: Black widow spiders are considered the most venomous spiders in North America. Its venom is reported to be 15 times stronger than a rattlesnake's. Reason 3: Though most people don't suffer from serious damage, bites can be fatal to small children, the elderly, or the infirm. Reason 4: I'm five-years-old, and one-eighth its size. Add to that my arachnophobia. Estoy muerto, Si hay un dios por ahí, sólo mátame ahora. Just... stay calm. Analyse the situation and come up with the best conclusion. Think about all the possibilities. Maybe I could use its stance against it? As if sensing my thoughts, the black widow dipped its head down. I quickly barrel rolled right.
"Querido Merlín! ¿Qué quieres? No soy un insecto!" I screamed. I quickly leaped to my feet. Okay, Plan A won't work. Time for Plan B. I turned on my heels and ran deeper through the forest. The arachnid gave a shrill screech of protest before following.
Authors Note:I used Google Translate for the Spanish and National Geographic for the black widow information. Thoughts are in italics.