The Hatching (Hatching Series #1)

The Hatching (Hatching Series #1)

by Ezekiel Boone


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The International Bestseller

“An apocalyptic extravaganza of doom and heroism...addictive.” —Publishers Weekly

“This is a fresh take on classic horror, thoroughly enjoyable and guaranteed to leave your skin crawling.” —Michael Koryta, New York Times bestselling author of Those Who Wish Me Dead

“Guaranteed to do what Jaws did to millions of people.” —Suspense Magazine

An astonishingly inventive and terrifying debut novel about the emergence of an ancient species, dormant for over a thousand years, and now on the march.

Deep in the jungle of Peru, where so much remains unknown, a black, skittering mass devours an American tourist whole. Thousands of miles away, an FBI agent investigates a fatal plane crash in Minneapolis and makes a gruesome discovery. Unusual seismic patterns register in a Kanpur, India earthquake lab, confounding the scientists there. During the same week, the Chinese government “accidentally” drops a nuclear bomb in an isolated region of its own country. As these incidents begin to sweep the globe, a mysterious package from South America arrives at a Washington, D.C. laboratory. Something wants out.

The world is on the brink of an apocalyptic disaster. An ancient species, long dormant, is now very much awake.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781501125041
Publisher: Atria/Emily Bestler Books
Publication date: 07/05/2016
Series: Hatching Series , #1
Pages: 352
Product dimensions: 6.10(w) x 9.10(h) x 1.30(d)

About the Author

Ezekiel Boone lives in upstate New York with his wife and children. He is the internationally bestselling author of The Hatching, Skitter, and Zero Day.

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The Hatching

  • Agent Mike Rich hated having to call his ex-wife. He fucking hated it, particularly when he knew that her husband—and he fucking hated that he was her husband now—might pick up the phone, but there was nothing he could do about it. He was going to be late, and if there was one thing that annoyed his ex-wife more than his being late to pick up their daughter, it was when he knew he was going to be late but didn’t call. Hell, if he’d been better about both those things in the first place, Fanny might still be his wife. He stared at his phone.

    “Just get it over with, Mike.”

    His partner, Leshaun DeMilo, was divorced himself, but didn’t have any kids to show for it. Leshaun always said he’d made a clean break of it. Not that he seemed to particularly enjoy being single again. He’d been going about dating with a grim determination. Mike also thought Leshaun had been hitting the bars a little hard recently, and had come into work looking rough around the edges more than once since the divorce.

    “You know the longer you wait the worse it’s going to be,” Leshaun said.

    “Fuck you, Leshaun,” Mike said, but he thumbed his phone on and hit his ex-wife’s number. Of course, her husband answered.

    “I assume you’re calling to say you’re going to be late again?”

    “You got me, Dawson,” Mike said.

    “I prefer to be called Rich, Mike. You know that.”

    “Yeah, sorry. It’s just that, you know, when I hear Rich, I think me. Agent Rich. All that. It’s weird calling you by my last name. How about Richard?”

    “As long as you aren’t calling me Dick—at least to my face—I’ll live.”

    That was another thing that pissed Mike off about his ex-wife’s new husband. Rich Dawson was a defense lawyer—which was reason enough—but he was also kind of a great guy. If Dawson hadn’t gotten rich keeping the very douche bags out of jail that Mike spent his time arresting, and if Dawson weren’t laying the wood to his ex-wife, Mike could have seen himself having a beer with the guy. It would have been easier if Dawson were just an unrepentant shitbag, because then Mike would have had an excuse to hate him, but Mike was stuck with knowing he had nobody to be pissed off at but himself. Mike couldn’t decide if he should look on the bright side of things because Dawson was terrific with Annie, or if that was something that made his ex-wife’s new husband even worse. It killed Mike that his daughter had taken to Dawson like she had, but it had been good for her. She’d been quiet for the year or so between when he and Fanny had split and when Fanny had hooked up with Dawson. She hadn’t been sad, or at least hadn’t admitted she was, but she hadn’t talked much. In the year and a half since Dawson had come into the picture, however, Annie had seemed like herself again.

    “Just let me talk to Fanny, okay?”


    Mike shifted in his seat. He never complained about having to sit in the car for hours on end, the stale coffee, the thick, fetid smell of socks and sweat that filled the car when they had to bake in the sun. The temperature was in the mid-eighties. Unseasonably warm for Minneapolis in April. There were years that he remembered snow still on the ground on April 23. Except for in the dead of summer, mid-eighties was hot for Minneapolis. He and Leshaun used to keep the car running and blast the air-conditioning—or, in the Minnesota winters, the heat—but Mike’s daughter had been turned into one of those young environmental crusaders by her elementary school. She’d made both him and Leshaun promise not to leave the engine running if they were just sitting there. Left to himself, Mike probably would have caved and turned on the AC, but Leshaun wouldn’t let him. “A promise is a promise, dude, particularly to your kid,” Leshaun had said, and then he’d even bought reusable metal coffee cups for them to keep in the car. At least he hadn’t gone so far as to make Mike wash and reuse the piss bottle on the days they were on surveillance but weren’t parked close enough to a McDonald’s or a Starbucks to hit a bathroom. They didn’t actually run surveillance that much anymore. Days like this, though, when they did, were something Mike sort of missed. It was supposed to be part of the gig. There was a certain romance to the sitting and waiting. And waiting. And waiting. But his back was killing him today. They’d been in the car for nine hours already, and he’d spent the day before at the YMCA with Annie, swimming and throwing her in the air and chasing after her. At nine, Annie was getting to be a load, but what was he going to do? Not roughhouse in the pool?

    He arched his back and stretched a little, trying to get comfortable. Leshaun held up a bottle of Advil, but Mike shook his head. His stomach had been bothering him, too—coffee and donuts and greasy burgers and fries and all the crap that made it harder and harder every day for him to stay in shape and run the miles and do the pull-ups he needed to do to keep passing his physical—and popping a couple of pills to help his back seemed like a bad idea. Fuck, Mike thought. He was only forty-three. Too young to be getting old already.

    “How late, Mike?” Fanny came on the line already swinging for the fences.

    Mike closed his eyes and tried to take a cleansing breath. That’s what his therapist had called it. A cleansing breath. When he opened his eyes, Leshaun was staring at him. Leshaun raised an eyebrow and mouthed “Apologize.”

    “I’m sorry, Fanny. I’m really sorry. We’re on surveillance and relief is running late. It will just be half an hour. Forty-five minutes at most.”

    “You’re supposed to be taking her to soccer, Mike. Now I have to do it.”

    Mike took another cleansing breath. “I don’t know what else to say, Fanny. I’m really sorry. I’ll meet you at the field.”

    He wanted to be there. There was something about the smell of the cut grass and watching his little girl run around chasing a ball. The crappy wooden bleachers reminded him of what it was like to be a kid, of looking over to the sideline at baseball or football games and seeing his own dad sitting there, watching solemnly. Seeing Annie goofing around with the other kids, or scowling and concentrating while trying to learn a step over or some other new skill, was one of the best parts of his week. He never thought about his job or his ex-wife or anything, really. It was a different world out there on the soccer field: the sounds of the kids yelling and the coaches’ whistles all functioned like a reset button. Most of the other parents chatted with one another, read books, tried to get work done, talked on their cell phones, but Mike just watched. That’s it. He watched Annie run and kick and laugh and for that hour of soccer practice, there was nowhere else in the world for him.

    “Of course I can take her, but that’s not the point. The point is that you’re still doing it. I mean, I can leave you. I can get a divorce. But she’s stuck with you, Mike. As much as she loves Rich, you’re her father.”

    Mike glanced over at Leshaun, but his partner was ostentatiously not listening. Leshaun was doing what he was supposed to be doing, which was staring at the alley. There wasn’t much chance that the prick they were waiting for, Two-Two O’Leary, was going to show up, but given that he used as much of the meth as he sold, and had wounded an agent in a bust gone bad the week before, it probably wasn’t the worst thing in the world to have one of them paying attention.

    “All I can do is keep apologizing.” He glanced at Leshaun again and decided he didn’t care if Leshaun was listening or not. It wasn’t like they hadn’t talked about his relationship with Fanny—or Leshaun and Leshaun’s ex-wife’s relationship—more than he had ever talked about it with his therapist, or, for that matter, with Fanny. Maybe if he’d talked about things with Fanny as much as he had with Leshaun, things would still be okay. “You know I’m sorry. About everything. I’m sorry about everything. Not just being late.” Mike waited for Fanny to say something, but there was only silence. He went on. “I’ve been talking with my therapist about it, and I know that I’m late saying this. I mean, I guess I’m late with everything, but I’m trying to say I should have told you I was sorry a long time ago. I didn’t mean to let things fall apart, and even though I’m not really happy about it, I am happy that you’re happy. And you know, Dawson—Rich—seems like he makes you happy, and I know that Annie loves him. So, you know, I’m sorry. I’m doing my best to be a different kind of guy, a better man, but there’s always going to be a part of me that’s just the way I am. And that goes for the job too.”

    “Mike.” Fanny’s voice seemed faint, and Mike shifted again. He couldn’t tell if it was his shitty phone cutting out or if she was talking more softly. “Mike,” she repeated. “There’s something I wanted to talk to you about.”

    “What? You going to divorce me again?”

    Leshaun straightened and then leaned a little bit out the open window. Mike sat up in his seat. There was a car pulling into the alley. A Honda, which wasn’t really Two-Two’s ride of choice, but it was the first action they’d seen for a while. The car stopped with its trunk hanging over the sidewalk, and then a black teenager, maybe fifteen or sixteen, got out of the passenger-side door. Mike relaxed, and Leshaun sat back. Two-Two was selling guns and meth, but he was also big time in with the Aryan Nations. There wasn’t much chance he was rolling with a black kid.

    “I want to change Annie’s name,” Fanny said.


    “I want her to have the same last name as me, Mike.”

    “Just a second.” Mike put the phone down on his thigh and rubbed his face with his free hand. He wished he still smoked, though it wasn’t as if Leshaun would have let him light up in the car. The car. The goddamned car felt so close and hot. With his bulletproof vest over his T-shirt, he was sweating. Couldn’t they run the engine just for a few minutes, have a little fucking air-conditioning? He needed to stand outside for a minute, to stand up, to get some fresh air. He opened the door. He needed a blast of cold air like they had in those gum commercials, but it wasn’t any cooler outside the car.

    “Mike?” Leshaun was looking at him. “What are you doing?”

    “Nothing man. I’m not going anywhere. I’m just going to stand outside, okay? I just want to take this call outside the car for a minute. Is that okay with you? Do you mind?” He realized his voice had gotten loud and hard, and he knew that when he was done talking to Fanny he was going to have to apologize to Leshaun. Leshaun was a good partner, a good friend, and he’d understand, but still, it made Mike feel like an asshole. Like more of an asshole. Leshaun nodded, and Mike got out of the car. He shut the door behind him, not that it mattered with the windows open.

    He lifted the phone back up. “What are you talking about, Fanny?”

    “Come on, Mike. You had to see this coming. Didn’t you see this coming?”

    “No, Fanny, I didn’t see this coming.”

    “Oh, Mike. You never see anything coming.”

    He heard the brush of the phone against Fanny’s cheek and then the low murmur of her saying something to Dawson. He pressed the phone hard against his ear. “You’re not changing Annie’s name. She’s my fucking daughter, and she’s going to be Annie Rich, not Annie fucking Dawson.”

    “Mike,” she said. “Annie’s my daughter too. It’s weird, having her have a different last name from me.”

    “You didn’t have to change your name to Dawson,” Mike said. Even as he said it, he knew it was the wrong thing to say, but he couldn’t help himself.

    Fanny sighed. “We can talk about this later, but it’s going to happen. I’m sorry, Mike, I am, but things have changed.”

    “I’m trying to change too,” Mike said.

    “I appreciate that. I do,” she said, and then neither of them said anything for a few seconds. Mike could hear Fanny breathing. Finally, she said, “Do you want to talk to Annie?”

    “Please,” he said. He felt defeated.

    Mike leaned against the car, facing the alley. He shifted against the side of the car, rolled his shoulder, and tugged down on his T-shirt under the vest. It was wet with sweat. Better to be uncomfortable than dead, though. The agent Two-Two had shot in Eau Claire probably would have died if he hadn’t been wearing body armor: three shots stopped by body armor, one bullet clean through the agent’s biceps. It was a hundred miles from Eau Claire back to Minnesota, though, and hell, nobody thought Two-Two—even hopped up on Nazi meth—was going to come back to his bar after the debacle in Wisconsin. He adjusted the strapping to loosen the vest. Normally he had a shirt over it, but when they were just going to sit in a car all day, he figured there wasn’t much point trying to hide it. And of course, it’s not like he wasn’t wearing his badge hanging off the chain around his neck. He loved being able to wear it, loved the way people looked at him differently when he introduced himself as Special Agent Rich, but as he fingered the chain, he thought that there were times when it felt like something he needed to take off more often.

    “Hey, Daddy.”

    “Hey, beautiful. I’m going to have to meet you at the field, okay?”


    “How was school?”


    “Anything exciting happen?”

    “Not really.”

    That’s what talking with her on the phone was like. When they were together, he couldn’t get Annie to stop talking, but there was something about the invisibility of talking to each other over the telephone that made it so she rarely said more than a couple of words at a time. It was like she thought there was some sort of evil magic at work, and if she told the telephone too much information, it was going to steal her soul. The thought made Mike smile. It sounded like a book Stephen King would write.

    He was about to ask her what she’d had for lunch when he saw the car. It was a red Ford truck, big tires, tinted windows, and it was turning into the alley. “Beautiful, I’ve got to go.”

    “Okay. I love you, Daddy.”

    “I love you too, baby.” He felt his stomach churning. He let his free hand reach up again to finger the badge hanging around his neck. “I love you so, so much. You remember that, okay? No matter what happens, you remember that.”

    The truck stopped. Mike put the phone in his pocket. He felt the car move as Leshaun opened the door and slid out. Mike moved his hand from his badge to his hip, until he could wrap his fingers around the handle of his gun. The metal was cool against his hand. He took a moment to look over his shoulder for Leshaun. His partner was starting to stand up straight, and Mike looked back toward the red truck. He realized too late that Two-Two had already seen him standing outside the car, had seen the bulletproof vest, had seen the badge hanging around his neck. Mike shouldn’t have been standing outside the car, talking on the phone. He shouldn’t have looked back at Leshaun. Mike should have been in the car with his partner, should have been paying attention, should have been a lot of things.

    Two-Two’s passenger, an undershirt-wearing dipshit with a shaved head who looked like he was barely twenty, came out firing a handgun. Mike wasn’t even sure he heard the bang of the man’s pistol, but he heard the plink of a bullet hitting the door of the car, heard the glass of the windshield shattering. He heard a grunt, and then the heavy drop of Leshaun’s body hitting the ground. All this before Two-Two even got out of the truck.

    Mike’s mind went blank, and he watched the man from the passenger side of the truck pop the emptied magazine out of his gun, reach into the pocket of his baggy pants, and pull out another clip. Meanwhile, Two-Two’s door opened, and Mike saw that he was also carrying a pistol. Two men, two guns, Leshaun hit, though Mike didn’t know how bad, and he hadn’t even pulled his own gun out yet. He knew he was supposed to be doing something, but he was just standing there as if he didn’t know what to do, didn’t know what to do, didn’t know what to do.

    And then he did.

    He put the kid on the passenger side down first. Three shots clustered in his chest. Two-Two and his buddy weren’t wearing vests. He’d heard some of the agents who were gun nerds bitching about the stopping power of the service-issued Glock 22, but judging by the way the kid went down like a bag of chicken parts, the .40 cartridges seemed to work just fine. He’d never actually shot anybody before, had fired his gun only once in the line of duty—it had been one bullet, one time, barely a year on the job, and he’d missed—and he was surprised at how easy and normal it felt. All three bullets went home, and as the kid left his feet, Mike pivoted so that he could aim at Two-Two.

    Two-Two had the same idea, though, and Two-Two was pointing back.

    Mike wasn’t sure who fired first, or if they fired at the same time, because the push of the pistol in his hand was matched by a tug on his sleeve. But he was entirely sure whose aim was better. Two-Two’s head snapped back in a mist of blood. When Mike looked at his arm, there was a hole in the sleeve of his T-shirt, but not in his flesh.

    The kid from the passenger side wasn’t moving, and neither was Two-Two. Mike holstered his gun and hustled around the car to check on Leshaun. There were two holes in Leshaun’s shirt: one hole a bloody mess on his upper arm, the other on the chest, clean and clear, the vest doing its job. Leshaun’s eyes were open, and Mike had never been happier to see that big black motherfucker staring at him, but as he called for help he realized he was also going to have to call his ex-wife again.

    He was going to be really, really late.

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    The Hatching: A Novel 3.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 14 reviews.
    224perweek More than 1 year ago
    I am not quite sure how I feel about this story. It's not quite a 4 star but better than a 3 star. The ending could have been better but I understand that they had to leave it open for book #2. I wanted more scenes with the spiders themselves and less about the military. My favorite character was Steph the president. Loved her. Everything about the spiders was unique. They were really very scary. Guess I will breakdown and read book number 2.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    Couldn't put it down.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    Poorly written, repetitive, and incomplete.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    Easy fast moving read that keeps you interestef.
    19269684 More than 1 year ago
    Since the day I spotted this ARC on a fellow IG's account, I knew I had to have this story! I pre-ordered both the audiobook and novel (sadly I missed out on the totally awesome book sleeve for the ARC's that had been previously released) and waited. Until July 5th! The audiobook was released and I pounced with the intensity of a mountain lion- not a house cat. From there on, I cringed, wriggled and writhed from the story. Nothing's more horrific that a story like this... I found great appreciation in the writing style of The Hatching, by Ezekiel Boone. It was like reading/listening to a movie with giving the main characters their bit of the story, then switching to an incident somewhere in the world. It lent realism and dimension. There were layers of activity, even to people unknown or minor, that kept the story flowing. I also liked the idea of strong women. There was a Madame President of the US, a divorced entomologist who was considered THE specialist, and a military leader who was respected by her male peers. It's nice to see. FBI Agent Rich was actually the frayed ending. Strong but frayed. Okay, so what was the story about? It was about nature making a comeback. It was about hunger and it was about them wanting out! All around the world, strange events were taking place. A black wave rolled over land and sea, leaving nothing in its wake. Well, actually it did, but I can't tell. SPOILERS and all... Rating: 5out of 5 specs *The Good Night's Sleep is next. **Audiobook portion from and the physical book is from my personal library.
    Anonymous More than 1 year ago
    Story development was disjointed/ forced. I never got into a flow. Location and character introductions was never ending. Story originality not enough to save it.
    lauralovesreviewingLT More than 1 year ago
    Many of my friends wondered why I read this book. I have an irrational fear of spiders. Even the teeniest ones creep me out. So, while reading The Hatching, and all the way to the end, I swear I felt something tickling the hairs on my arms, tiptoeing up the nape of my neck, and parting the hairs on my head. A creepy crawly tale of spiders and how humanity panics and does it’s darnedest to destroy itself while trying to stop the onslaught of spiders. One part that particularly creeped me out was when the spiders did something called kiting. They attached a strand of silk to something and let out more and more as they flung themselves into the air. Can you picture that. Looking up and thousands of the nasty beasts are falling from the sky to devour you from the inside out. Or perhaps they’ll cocoon you and drink you slowly. Yuck and yuck. I’m surprised I didn’t suffer from nightmares after reading this book. For all of you fans of horror and monsters, I dare ya to read this one.
    Sandy5 More than 1 year ago
    I can hear them; I could feel their anticipation and their readiness to enter our world, a world which was not prepared for their kind. It wasn’t the fact that these were spiders that disturbed me; it was the reality that these were not just ordinary spiders, there was something unique about them. I was also concerned that it didn’t take long before these spiders’s scope was global. I enjoyed the author’s writings as I could visualize what was occurring in the novel as it was taking place. As the spiders were being generated and hatched, I heard it literally in my mind and saw it taking place. The sound of the egg sac, their bodies moving about and then, their bodies breaking out and pushing out into the world; the author’s words were spinning inside my head. Using short, precise chapters Boone knew when to create intense, urgent energy to keep me flipping the pages. Boone also knew when to add drama back into the story to showcase his narration, once again. I liked how this novel had a mixed of high intensity reading and an exciting dramatic storyline to keep the novel flowing. I was set on knowing more about these arachnids and the author slowly revealed parts of the picture while putting on a dramatic performance for me to enjoy. It did take a while to get all the character building established in this novel as there are multiple locations and characters involved. I was beginning to wonder how all these individuals and locations would be gathered together but Boone did a fabulous job interlacing them together. I really liked the mystery of what was behind these spiders- their history, what they had the capacity to do, and their future. As the spiders made their appearance, I was fascinated by the magnitude of their existence. As the investigation continues, what they discovered about the spider’s ability and its future stunned everyone around them. I was not expecting a cliffhanger and now I will have to wait until next year to see what the future holds for my legged creatures. I will definitely be watching for Skitter: a novel and its release date and as for spiders in my future? I will definitely be keeping my eye out for them and their egg sac, oh yes….their egg sac. I received a copy of this novel from NetGalley and Atria Books in exchange for an honest review.
    Deb-Krenzer More than 1 year ago
    This is probably the stupidest thing I have ever done requesting this book. I hate spiders. Guess we will see how this works how for me. I will definitely be reading this one during the day. Well, I read it and unfortunately it took longer than just the afternoon and evening, but I had no nightmares. Actually the gross parts that you think would be colorfully written were left to the readers minds. There were some lines and areas that were gross, but it was weird. The story was about the spiders, but the main focus were on the people and the egg sacs. So actually this book did not affect this spider hater as much as I thought it would. I actually really liked it. Apparently it is going to be a trilogy, as it left off with a huge cliffhanger. Can't say anything about that due to spoilers. The story was well written and very suspenseful as you didn't know where or what was going on with these spiders. I am definitely looking forward to the next book as there were a lot of unanswered questions. Also, there were some main characters whose fate was not established before the end of the book. I also like the fact that a lot of high professional and executive jobs were held by women. And they weren't portrayed as bungling or lacking in their jobs. I'm really glad, even though I wasn't excited about the main subject matter, that I requested this book. It was entertaining and well worth my time to read. Huge thanks to Atria Books and Net Galley for providing me with a free e-galley in exchange for an honest review.
    BooksnKisses More than 1 year ago
    NUMBER OF HEARTS: 3 1/2 The Hatching is a totally different twist on of the end of the world. We don’t have to worry about Zombies, Werewolves or Vampires. Oh no... no, no, no...... The Hatching is is an Arachnophobian worst nightmare!!!! Seriously, you have been warned!!! I am really on the fence about this story. I hate spiders I really do, but these spiders are something totally different. I found the history of the spiders interesting. I really liked a few of the characters. But at times the story was a little slow and jumped around the world a lot. I am not sure if I liked the story or not. All I know is that there were a lot of unanswered questions at the end of this book. Disclaimer: I received a complimentary copy of this book from Netgalley & Atria/Emily Bestler Books in exchange for an honest review. This review is my own opinion and not a paid review.
    tpolen More than 1 year ago
    While reading this book, I was fairly disappointed and had made up my mind about a review. Then I got to the end. There's a sequel - which I was unaware of - and I had to rethink my whole review. There are some truly creepy/crawly moments that might inspire nightmares in those readers with arachnophobia. This novel contains a plethora of characters from different walks of life and I liked seeing how they're each affected by these circumstances and the entirely plausible ways the spiders are spread around the globe. What is learned about the spiders is wickedly disturbing and takes the conflict and intensity to a whole new level - a very nice development, but one we'll probably see more of in the next book. Before realizing this has a sequel, I became exasperated by the sheer number of characters and time spent on their backstories. Now that I know the story will be continued, I understand the reasoning a little better. That being said, many pages were also taken up by backstories of characters who only appeared briefly and won't be around for the next installment - if you know what I mean. I was thrilled to see female characters in positions of authority, but disappointed each of them thought about or engaged in a sexual relationship with those they supervised - which really added nothing to the plot. I admit, The Hatching really held my attention, but feel it's more of a setup for the real action to come in the next book. I'd recommend this to sci-fi and horror fans. Thanks to NetGalley and the publisher for a digital copy in exchange for an honest review.
    litpixie More than 1 year ago
    I read this book in one day: on Friday the 13th when it could rain. Once I started reading I couldn't put the book down. Because this book won't be released until July I don't want to give too much away, I will however give you this. I'm the type of person who normally puts a cup over the spider and after trapping it, walks it outside where it can live happily eating all the bugs it wants. After reading this book there's a part of me that wants to kill every spider that comes my way.
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