Obviously, they both did.

Jake screamed; Shara, however, laughed slightly hysterically. (I guess the odds were better than I thought.)

Her and Jake were quick about running after that, but it didn't do much good; the spider was faster than any of them.

(Rachel, where are you?!) Jake demanded.

She didn't have time to think up an answer, however; the spider wasn't more than a couple body-lengths away. And then it was entirely too close for comfort. Even with her dim, fairly useless roach eyes, she could still see the spider's mouth: a beak almost like a hawk's, and the eight, eerily staring eyes in the spider's hairy face.

She would have been scared enough if she was just being chased by a tarantula, but after hearing Shara talk about just what kind of spider they were probably facing right now... yeah, there was a reason that most people were scared of spiders. Rachel's cockroach instincts were screaming at her, telling her to fly, so she opened the hard, glossy shell that had covered her wings up to this point. It couldn't really hurt, and it might be just what she needed to get away from the world's most venomous spider on her tail.

Motoring her cockroach wings for all she was worth, she managed to fly maybe two inches; cockroaches couldn't fly worth crap!

And then the spider was looming over her like some dark shadow of death, all the more terrifying for the intermittent light inside the box they were both still inside. It would have almost been funny, if it were happening to someone else: here she was, in a life-and-death struggle inside a box of bananas. Just one more day in the life of an Animorph.

Just then, another shadow fell over both her and the spider she was struggling with. She didn't have much time to think about what it might be, however, since the spider reared up, flailing two of its front legs in a manner that almost reminded her of a spooked horse. One of the legs came down on her, the claws at the end grabbing the middle left leg that she wouldn't have had if she hadn't been in cockroach morph in the first place.

Then again, if she hadn't been in cockroach morph, she wouldn't have been fighting a spider in the first place, Rachel thought, with a bit of morbid amusement.

The spider's huge fangs, the fangs of the worlds most venomous spider, those fangs meant to pump whatever it was preparing to eat with some of the most deadly toxins in the world, descended on her. But then, whatever had made the shadow that had fallen over Rachel and the spider that was trying to eat her decided to reveal itself then. Whatever it was turned out to be a human; she could hear him yelling:

"Oh! Oh, shit! A spider!"

The bananas went flying out of the box, as the man who'd presumably just dropped it continued backing up. There were bananas everywhere, each of them monstrously huge in Rachel's cockroach vision, but even with all of the turbulence from the giant, falling fruits all around them, that stupid spider still hadn't let her go!

Whoever had been unloading the bananas had dropped the crate that they had been carrying had dropped them just inside the loading dock, scattering the remains of the crate along with the bananas that had once been inside it. The driver came back out, demanding to know what the man who had been carrying the box of bananas thought he was doing. Then, Rachel guessed that he saw the spider, because he shouted for the other man to kill it.

Then again, he might have been talking about the both of them, but anyone knew that you didn't kill a cockroach by stomping on it.

Rachel, who had been scared enough just knowing that she was dealing with the world's most venomous spider, was now forced to deal with the cockroach's panic-reaction to the sudden, bright light that had come streaming down on it after the destruction of the crate. It wasn't pleasant; couple that with the shouts of the driver and the worker from the nuthouse that were vibrating through her body, and both Rachel and the cockroach who was sharing her mind at this point were getting more than a little freaked-out.

One of the bananas that had fallen around her exploded under the impact of a shoe, gushing sweet, sticky banana pulp all over the three of them. And still the stupid spider wouldn't let her go! It pulled her closer, in face, fanged beak straining down towards her.

(Is that one of you guys?) a voice, the voice right at that moment as far as Rachel was concerned, called down to her from far away.

(Yes, it's me!) she called back up, mentally thanking every one of the million years of evolution that had given the red-tailed hawk its magnificent eyes; she was really grateful for those eyes and all that they could see.

She didn't see much of Tobias when he swooped down to rescue her, not with cockroach eyes, but she knew what he was doing when she saw his huge, craggy talons close around the spider that had been menacing her and yank the thing up and out of her range of vision. What little range she had with cockroach eyes, anyway. The spider still wouldn't let go of her leg, even as Tobias ripped the thing free from the ground, so the leg that it had been holding onto – the leg that was still attached to her at that point – was ripped free as well.

It didn't hurt in any real sense, cockroaches didn't have much of a sense for pain, but she still noticed it in a vague sort of way.

(Let's move!) Jake shouted, calling all of their attention back to the mission at hand; this excitement was almost perfect for making someone forget what they were supposed to be doing. (Head toward the shade. That should be the inside of the building; or at least one of the walls.)

(Right,) Shara said, sounding like she'd have nodded if they were all in human form; Rachel didn't say anything, but she fell in with Jake and Shara all the same.

(Hmm,) she heard Tobias say, from somewhere up high in the sky up above them. (Not bad. Not bad at all.)

(Wait, Tobias; you didn't actually eat that spider, did you?) she called, the information that Shara had told them all almost painfully clear in her mind.

(No. I just bit its legs off,) Tobias said, with an easy sort of confidence that made her want to believe him. (It put up a pretty good fight, for a spider. Why? Was there something wrong with that spider?)

(Shara says that that was a Brazilian Wandering Spider; the most venomous spider in the world.)

(Wow,) Tobias said, sounding a bit startled. (Well, I'm really glad I didn't eat it, then.)

(I am, too,) she admitted.