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A widow bit my upper arm as I was asleep, in a basement apartment in Denver about 30 years ago. I groggily noticed something going on, kind of slapped it, and went back to sleep. Went to work the next morning, noticing that my arm was a little bit sore, as if I had overused a muscle in it the previous day. As the day wore on, it eventually felt like somebody had slugged me in the upper arm as hard as they could- I could hardly use it. When I got home, I looked around the floor near my bed, and sure enough- a dead widow with the red hourglass. These things pack a punch!
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