A Mother's Revenge

It only took a few seconds for the spider to get back into position. He was so engrossed in the Lakers game on television that he never even noticed her.

Inside her body, the glands that enabled her to produce her web, began to secrete the white sticky substance.

Yes. NOW WAS THE TIME!

She planted her bottom on the ceiling and let the silky web attach to the rough surface. Then the spider let go of the ceiling with her eight legs, and just sort of hung there for a second, enjoying the sensation.

Finally the Black Widow slowly began to let her body drop from the ceiling, aiming for that spot right in front of the man's eyes where he couldn't help but notice her.

Her prey did not move, and the spider had the benefit of complete surprise. As she descended from the ceiling, he began to get excited and yell at the television. The spider stopped for just an instant to be sure he wasn't going to jump up at the wrong time. When he stopped yelling, she once again began to descend from the ceiling.

He noticed movement in front of his face. RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIS FACE! For just a split second he saw the black body, with the bright red hourglass, stop right in front of his eyes.

It happened so quickly he didn't have time to swipe at it, or even let out a yell. Then it dropped from in front of him and he felt it on his chest. Just about the time his brain was sending the message to his arms to swat at her, he felt a sharp sting right above his left nipple. As his arms began the long arching swing toward his chest, he felt another-harder bite.

She buried her fangs deep the second time, enjoying it even more then the first bite.

(HELP US MOMMY!!)

At this moment the Black Widow no longer cared if she got away,

(IT HURTS SOON MUCH!)

The spider just wanted to inject as much of her poison into his body as she could.

The spider released her fangs from his skin, and was just beginning to plunge them into him a third time, when his hands hit his chest. But it was a wild slap, and she was lucky. He missed her. His hands began to slap wildly at his chest as he yelled, "Oh shit! I've got a Black Widow on my chest!" No one else was there to hear him, but he yelled it anyway.

In his panic he knocked her onto the floor. Unhurt, the spider scrambled underneath his chair. She really didn't have to though--he was still busy slapping his chest and screaming, unaware that the Black Widow was no longer there.

When he couldn't see the spider anymore, he jumped out of the chair like it was burning. He knew what had bitten him, and he was frantic. He stumbled toward the kitchen, but he didn't make it. He was panic stricken, and this was helping the venom do its job. Already his heart muscles were beginning to spasm from shock, and the effects of the poison. He began to feel dizzy, and fell to the floor. His body convulsed, and he passed out.

Across the street, and four houses down, Ken Holden was just cleaning up after spraying his house for bugs and spiders. He got most of them, but not all . . .