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A spider bit me in the face Saturday morning, after I stepped right into its web. I could feel it there right above the orbit of my right eye, and pinched it in my fingers. A little one, not anywhere near as big as the orb weaver I found by our front steps Friday afternoon, and presumably one that’s officially harmless to humans. I couldn’t find any bite marks, but it was a bit achey all afternoon. A good reminder to be more alert in the woods.

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