UPDATE: Creepiness Warning Level-Six-Plus-Dot.Seven –
During winter Vacation in 1979, to get away from cold and snowy Vienna I went south by train to Barcelona Spain for a week or so. I was staying in a cheap pensione run by an old lady who had spare rooms in her house, and climbinbg under the covers one night I got bit on the shin by a brown recluse spider. When I got up in the morning my leg hurt and over the next day the black bite-mark in my shin spread from about zit-size to a dime-sized hole.
I got myself over to the US. consulate one afternoon but the receptioonist only spoke Spanish and they were basically were useless for a long-hair Student-tramp, but they gave directions to the Free Clinic. The Dr. there said there’s nothing he could do – it’s an enzyme reaction – but I went and got antibiotics anyhow.
The center of my shin turned black and dead, and being curious I dug out the necrosis with an x-acto knife. My entire leg swole-up until you couldn’t see my ankle-bones and my hip was a size bigger. I had to loosen my belt and buy a pair of shoes in two different sizes (fortunately shoes are cheap in Spain), and threw one wrong-size shoe each. Blue, pink, yellow lines of veins in my stood-out – and it was scary. I drank a lot of fluids and it took about a month once I was back in Vienna to completely return to normal, and by then I had worn-out the shoes. Nasty little bastard creature – I hate spiders for a reason.