Just got around to unpacking one of the cases that we last opened in Brisbane, and look what we found. Part of me was tempted to let it bite me in case I acquired superhuman powers.
Of course it might well be a mediocre and not at all exciting British spider, but the thing is frikkin huge (about the size of the top of a beer can) and I am leaning towards weaponized killer from some CIA program.
We decided to tip it outside rather than try to handle it. Call me pathetic but I would rather be a coward than in casualty right now while doctors look up exotic venom counteragents, heh. If we find any dead pigeon carcasses in the morning we know the culprit I think …
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