The ball raced toward him, spitting out grass from behind it as it rolled. He snatched it up in hopes of throwing it to first base, as he had done a thousand times prior. But instead he winced, dropped the ball, and let out an annoyed grunt. He looked at his hand and there was a small blister in his palm. Then he heard the crunch. Under his cleat, he saw it. Limbs crushed. Tiny, dark eyes smooshed. Neon goo pooling up underneath it resembling a rainbow’s drool. It looked like a spider. But…it was HUGE. And…purple.
The game was still going on so there was no time to contemplate this encounter, considering how he almost just cost his team the game. But later that night, he was forced to deal...