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"Where the hell is it?" Becca muttered as she crawled out from underneath the bed. "I just had it." She went out into the hall just as Jonathan was coming up from the basement.
"Have you seen my cell phone?" she asked him.
"You have a cell phone?"
"Duh, I've only had it for forever. It' a Samsung, T-mobile, most expensive prepaid phone they had. It has a slide-out keypad, have you seen it? Tape on the back?
"I think there's a phone down on my desk. . ."
"Oh yeah, heh, right. I remember now, kinda."
"How long have you been missing it?"
"I don't know, a few days," she shrugged. "I don't keep track of stuff like that, you're the one who remembers stuff like that," she said as she passed by him and went down the stairs.
"What were you doing down there anyway?"
"What, am I banned from the basement?" she asked sarcastically. "It's not like I haven't been down there on my own before. I just gotta grab . . . my . . . ." Becca froze and her eyes widened. Sitting on Jonathan's desk was a glass aquarium was the biggest tarantula she'd ever seen.
Jonathan followed her down the stairs and went around her. He found the phone she'd described next to the aquarium and picked it up. "I take it this is it?" He looked back at her when he didn't hear a reply. "Becca?"
She didn't answer. Jonathan's head tilted a bit. He looked over to his latest test subject, a big bulky man with an old torn leather jacket. "What, him? He's not that scary, is he?" Jonathan looked at Becca again and finally noticed where she was looking. He stood next to the aquarium and knelt down to look inside. "Becca, meet Daisy, the King Baboon spider. Pelinobius muticus, if you want the scientific term." He gave his test subject a creepy smile. "King Baboon venom makes a very strong hallucinogen."
Becca was still frozen in place and Jonathan finally noticed how badly she was shaking. He pocketed her phone and went up the stairs to stand in front of her. He reached out to touch her and the minute his fingers touched her she snapped out of it and ran up the stairs as fast as she could.
A/N: Crane forgot she was arachnophobic.