Bill hadn't seen a spider that big since Nam. Back then, he handled the situation by first screaming like a schoolgirl, then lobbing a grenade into the latrine where the arachnid resided. Maybe it was 2 grenades. Anyway, after the explosion leveled the structure, Bill emptied 4 magazines from his M16 before the rifle jammed. He had to be sure though, so he snagged Lance's shotgun and fired 6 or so shells of buckshot into the smoldering mess. It was probably dead. But today, Bill doesn't have any grenades or an M16. Plus he's much older and hopefully wiser. Nevertheless he's scared as hell and this spider has caused a Nam flashback of the worst kind. The safety of his family was on the line and Bill had to act quickly. First came the ear ripping shriek. Then he ran for his dresser drawer where he kept the '45. Racing back to the bathroom he detoured to the liquor cabinet where he grabbed a half-full bottle of his favorite scotch. Sweat dripped from his forehead as he twisted the top off the bottle. He took a swig, then ripped his shirt and stuffed a small shred of the cloth into the bottle. Reaching in his pants pocket, he pulled out his lighter and lit the rag. Now came the moment of truth. Bill leaned into the doorway of the bathroom and threw the flaming bottle inside where it shattered against the toilet. Fire quickly engulfed the bathroom. He then rapid fired his '45 and screamed, 'Die you fucking bastard'! It was now time to evacuate as the fire was spreading fast. Some weeks later, in the rubble that was once Bill's house, and egg sack burst open. email: [email protected] web: www.michaeloster.com