Chapter 8: Tarantulas

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As I said earlier, I won't eat mushrooms unless I have to. So what I'm holding in my hand right now is a fern. The plant is still very common in subtropical regions or temperate regions near the subtropics. And in my hometown, this plant is usually found all over the mountains. If you eat it, it is possible to eat it raw in addition to stir-frying. In addition, ferns usually grow in areas with abundant water, so they are also rich in water. It's also a good choice for hydration.

Of course, when I say bracken, I don't mean the part that has grown leaves. That part is as hard as a twig, and even if I eat it, I don't think I can digest it. The edible part is the part of the shoot in the center of the whole plant. That is, small shoots that have just grown.

Although bracken can be eaten raw, it doesn't taste very good.

It's about the feeling, not the taste......

Ferns, especially the edible shoots, contain a lot of water. Combined with the fern itself, the mucus is sticky and slippery. The entrance sensation is simply not too exciting.

After a meal, the next step is to rest.

I've found a great place to rest before that. It was the air where branches and vines were intertwined.

Of course, I wouldn't have chosen a place that was particularly high. I'm a person who sometimes likes to roll over when I sleep, and if I fall from a place of three or four meters, that's what I don't want to see. Therefore, it is better to sleep as low as possible.

Still, I had to sleep in mid-air at some distance from the ground. This is not only for my safety, but also so that my skin does not have to come into direct contact with the wet floor.

It's a terrible feeling. I still like the relatively dry mid-air.

Before I go to bed, all I have to do is do a good job of security around me. I don't want a snake or something disgusting to crawl into my arms in the middle of the night.

The best way to prevent this from happening is to smoke it. At the same time, the fire around him cannot be extinguished.

In addition to being able to repel mosquitoes, smoke also greatly masks my smell. This will not make some creatures that rely on their sense of smell to hunt aware of my presence. And the firelight, in addition to bringing me a sense of psychological security, also plays a deterrent role.

I believe that all animals are instinctively afraid of fire. As long as the fire doesn't go out, I have a very safe amulet.

Okay, with all the security done, all that needs to be done now is sleep.

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I slept fairly soundly.

Except that when I woke up, a tarantula the size of a slap was lying on my chest.

Maybe I ate a spider last night. Anyway, this retribution came a little too soon.

Tarantulas, named for their swiftness and wolf-like hairs on their backs. Tarantulas generally hunt smaller birds. Usually the prey is caught and poisoned before being eaten. And some of the larger tarantulas are poisonous enough to poison an adult.

That's right, it can poison adults. And the tarantula I have on my chest now, I think it's big enough to poison me.

Don't panic at this time. Don't really panic. There are two things you need to understand.

One is that since it has been lying on your chest for a long time and has not attacked you, it means that it is not targeting you. (Tarantulas usually target smaller birds) and the other is that you're a hundred times the size of you. You have to firmly believe that when it meets you, it should run away, not you.

Of course, this is not to make you chase it away. After all, this is a poisonous creature. If you can't reflexively, you may be able to take it down in one bite. Is there a hospital here, who is to be bitten to death by a spider?

All we can do now is wait. Judging by the way it looks, it should have found prey. Stopping on my chest was like a springboard.

The tarantula stayed in my chest for almost twenty minutes. These 20 minutes have become almost the most torturous time of my life.

If eating a spider and being exposed to a spider become an inevitable cause and effect, then I would rather spit out the two big spiders I ate last night.

Spit it out from below.

Twenty minutes later, the tarantula finally stomped my chest.

Then jumped on my face.

Thank God, it jumped away before I could react.

You have to catch your prey. My heart said. Otherwise, Lao Tzu would have been frightened.

After getting up in fear, I didn't casually wipe my face with a handful of dew on the surrounding leaves and grass. In the process, I found the tarantula again. At the same time, I spotted an unknown bird beneath him.

You have lived up to my best wishes for you. My heart said. On the other hand, he was still thinking about whether to snatch his prey over and open a small stove and have breakfast or something.

But I stopped thinking about it right away.

The tarantula seemed to sense my threat and turned its head at me.

Just kidding, you eat. Eat more.

Leaving the camp last night, I continued the journey I had left unfinished yesterday. Even though I'm hungry and hungry right now.

I'm like a pioneer. Forge ahead in a primeval forest where there is nothing for people to walk into. I saw a lot of things to eat along the way. It's close at hand, but I just can't eat it.

Like a forest pit viper coiled on a branch, like a pine tree standing on a treetop. Like what......

Wild boar.

Lao Tzu passed through its territory without danger under the watchful eyes of the wild boar. Can you the believe that?

But to be honest, my wilderness survival skills are limited to some ordinary survival skills. I wasn't trained to fight a wild boar. And I believe that if that wild boar howls at me, there are only two possibilities with my ability.

The first is that I ate it with a missing arm and a leg.

The second is that he happily dragged me back to the pig's nest, and I was his supper tonight.

After more than an hour of further walking, a small river measuring more than ten meters wide appeared in front of me.

More than ten meters is the size of a small river to me. If you come across this kind of river in your hometown, if you want to cross it, it is no different from crossing a ditch. But now it doesn't seem to work.

The water in this small river is very fast.

Pick up a branch and drop it, which can be judged by the speed of movement. The river flows at a speed of about five to six meters per second.

You may not have much of a sense of it. Take a chestnut.

I can hold my breath for a minute and 32 seconds in the water. Rounding down is one minute and thirty seconds. The flow rate of the river is five meters per second. If the river's bed is flat enough for me to dive down in one go, then by the time I come to the surface, I will be four hundred and fifty meters downstream.

That's right, it's that brutal.

And if I wanted to get there, I wouldn't be able to travel by hand. All I had to do was get into the river, and the water would sweep me away in an instant. I'm going to go there, or I'm going to take a small bridge. Or, just fly over.

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