A "tongue in cheek" blog title for the experience that I will share about the all too quiet brown recluse spider who "attacked" and then defended itself to the death. Here is my day-by-day account of the fiddleback's tiny little parting gift that continues to unfold under my skin.
It has been an entire week since I was bitten by the brown recluse spider. I think it's safe to say at this point that I am in the clear. My leg looks really good and feels mostly normal unless I totally overdo it and then it's just sore like a bruise.