Interesting. I’m now trying to decide if my fear of MRSA is bigger than my fear of spiders. I always feel so guilty and horrible when I see cute cartoon spiders. I’m sorry I’m so afraid of you!
My dad was bitten by a spider on a job site. (Yeah, it really was a spider and we know because he saw/smashed it. However the smashing prevented any real identification.) My dad being the kind of guy he was, he did not go to a doctor even after the bite got infected and became painful. His best friend’s wife was a nurse, and agreed to look at it at my mother’s request. (The yelling, oh I remember the yelling.) Whether it was something super poisonous or the wound became infected with MRSA later I have no idea. It ended up being a horrific, necrotic wound that would leave a weird, crater scar.
