"Them's tarantuler holes all right.

An' scorpions, centipedes an' rattlers always rustle with tarantulers.

But we never mind them--not us fellers! We're used to sleepin' with them.

Why, I often wake up in the night to see a big tarantuler on my chest, an' see him wink.

Ain't thet so, Jim ?" "Shore as hell," drawled faithful, slow Jim.
"Reminds me how fatal the bite of a centipede is," took up Colonel Jones, complacently.