I wasn't convinced but took his advice. By the end of two weeks I had named him George.
(Although in hindsight it was a probably a couple of spiders named George)
[1] https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/29776274-children-of-tim...
OT: is there a place in internet where you can describe a book and someone maybe tells you the name author?
I'm re-reading it now (we're just about back to Earth) and I think it's actually holding up pretty well.
Echopraxia switched to action/adventure which didn't work as well for me. Also the philosophical themes (post-scientific discovery, god is a virus) weren't as interesting or believable.
Soft, fast, hairy, very efficient predators. Spiders are basically arthropoda cats.
Some of them even purr: https://www.newscientist.com/article/dn27575-zoologger-music...
We got along well. They liked to play this game where they would hide in my shoe. They lost :( . Then the mosquitoes came back and I moved out.
Next morning, I'm completely out of energy and feel awful. There's a region about 2 inches by 1 inch on my ankle that is pink, gummy texture, and looks like it's lightly coated in a white balm. A family member recognizes it as a spider bite and then we find the fang marks. Go to the doctor, who diagnoses as either a brown recluse bite with a light to medium amount of venom or a full dose bite from relative of brown recluse. Get some pills (probably antibiotics) and a cream to put on the area and told to stay off my feet as much as possible for next 2 weeks.
Spend the next 2 weeks of summer mostly laying on a couch. Ankle is in mild aching pain, otherwise I feel fine. Watch ~.6cm of flesh of my ankle turn to mush and decide that spiders suck.
End up with a scar similar to https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Loxoscelism#/media/File:BrownR... (warning: obviously mildly graphic). Scar has almost completely faded 15 years later, dislike of spiders has not. I still prefer spiders to ticks though.