I’ve never particularly had a problem with spiders . I mean, I’m not one of those people who would let tarantulas crawl over their face or anything. But if a daddy long-legs makes its way into the house, I’m very much the designated spider remover.

Flies I’m less of a fan of, so when I do get rid of a little eight-legged creature, I’ll try to scoop it up and put it outside to do us all a favour by being the natural predator to those dirty bugs. So you can imagine I felt pretty betrayed when a plain old British spider decided to try and kill me.

I don’t know how or when the little creature struck, but the effects of the bite were worse than I could ever imagine.

It all started when I noticed what I thought was a little spot on my knuckle.

I’ve never had one there before and thought

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