At yesterday's editorial meeting there was an obscure little news item about a lady who was bitten by a spider, and the venom ate away at her flesh - all the way to the bone. Well, you can imagine who's hands were up in the air for that one. Me and Wilson.

And, it didn't disappoint. We rolled up on this lady's apartment (after doing our daily sex offender vo/sot) and got ready for some scary arachnid action. We knock on the door and the first thing the lady shows us is her nasty disgusting wound. The spider venom has eaten away at her flesh and she had this hole, a little wider than a nickel, stuffed with a ton of gauze - yellow pus stained gauze.



She caught some spiders for us, and we spent the first half hour finding a way to get them from a clunky little tupperware jar to a clear mason jar (for filming purposes). Of course, after seeing her gory-too-close-to-her-crotch spider bite, we weren't taking any chances. Of course, I didn't really help - I just laughed and snapped photos.



We didn't get bitten, and I took the spiders with us back to the station. But, I was forbidden to take them into the newsroom (I accidentally lets some spiders loose in there last summer). All in all, a fine day's work.