The table was clear a moment ago. When Lexi looked up from her reading and saw her nemesis, she didn’t hesitate.
“Die! Die! Die!” Lexi repeatedly brought the rolled magazine down on the dark smear that had once been a spider.
The commotion drew Tara to the living room. “Another one?”
“I think I got him.” Lexi slumped back on the couch, panting. The bubbling in her belly faded. She lifted up her tank top; she was visibly bloated but her quick reaction had limited the damage.
Tara sat down next to her and placed a hand Lexi’s exposed stomach.