[The spider paused in it's scuttling when the little bolt clattered on the metal flooring of the spinning death trap, wiggling on it's front legs for a heartbeat before it went off to investigate the source of the sound.
Cliff dared to breathe again. At least it was gone-- for now.
Yep. And they're all over the place on this log.
Cliff dared to breathe again. At least it was gone-- for now.
Good save, kid.]