Web Of Fear The trembling arthropod scuttles away as Jo deals the death blow to the shimmering surface of the rain-drop littered web, featuring an array of fat fly-filled threads. Cackling like a demented witch-hunter, Jo himself scampers spider-like into the murky undergrowth as I cower under the vast canopy and let the cascade of salty tears tumble down my fearful, bright-red face.
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