"They don't, what are you? An idiot?" Jack stared back at Arad with an even more dumbfounded face. "People usually think of milking poison."
"Why would you call it milking then? Shouldn't it be poisoning? No, wait…That's a different meaning." Arad thought about it for a moment.
"Well, I don't need the poison anyway. It's readily available… I need something else." Jack smiled.
*****
The next day quickly came, and Arad found himself standing back in the lab early in the morning with half the students screaming, all hidden at the end of the room, and Matilda was laughing her guts off in the middle of the class.
Arad looked at the table in front of him. In a small jar was a large black and yellow spider.
