Thinking of that reminded me of something funny. My lil brother and I had a model train set HO scale. We had houses and everything on it. We also had a bad gypsy moth catipillar year. So we grabbed a few and had train day. We'd get the train windin around the tracks fast and let the gypsys run wild getting run over. Then we'd play "gasleak" and put one in a model house. The houses had clear plastic windows. Id take a lighter and pump gas into the house. Then touch ot off. Boom...the windows would blow out and the hair on the catipillar would singe and he'd be thrashing around.
I tried it once in the lichen forest we had. Mind you..this is in the attic of my folks garage. I didnt know lichen was so flammable. I ended up hiking one leg up on top on the train set, crushing out the flames to put it out. Scared the crap outta me!
Yes..I was a sick, sadistic child. Luckily when I came to the fork in the road at puberty, I took the right towards "Normalcyville", instead of the left fork toward "Dhalmerton". -Filth
This reminds me of a high school buddy of mine named Al who had a huge HO scale diorama of a WW2 battlefield that filled a whole ping-pong table. It was so detailed - all soldiers were hand painted and he had posed each one with a hot razor blade, for instance, a dead german soldier hanging from barbed wire with a belly wound bleeding out - it would take you all afternoon with a magnifying to see everything in it.
My buddy Al did not successfully negotiate the turn in the road towards "Normalcyville." We grew apart, he got into drugs, got into a home town jam and went to Vietnam with the US Army. After he got over there, he was practising guick-drawing and twirling his Colt .45 when a Lieutenant came into his hootch, and the gun accidently went off shooting the officer in the neck. My buddy got into a lot of trouble for that.

He also got addicted to heroin over there.
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Anyway, I never got bit by a spider, but I got stung by scorpion that was sitting on a wooden fence post. I leaned my arm on it and got stung on my underarm. I was really doing a dance. I was ignorant about Florida scorpions, and I thought I was going to die. I drove myself to the hospital and they gave me steriods. It turned out to be just one very painful but non life threatening experience.