I Shall Not Repeat It.

What's that for? asks Sprocket, eyeing the knife.

Cutting the cheese, says Arthur.

Phew, says Sprocket. And I thought you were going to kill me.

Why would I? asks Arthur.

Evidence, says Sprocket. Want me to delete it?

No, says Arthur. You recorded the death of a spider. Let's see.

Sprocket shows Arthur the video he made of Arthur dismembering the spider.

First there is the spider. A colourful little fellow. It's not in a hurry. Perhaps it smells cheese.

Then there is Arthur's hand brushing the spider away from the poncho, before sitting down.

Then there is the spider again, in three parts.

A telling sequence.

Thing is, says Sprocket, we're here to look for spiders , and you've just squished one.

What's this? asks Gaius. Has someone found a spider?

Yes, Arthur has, says David. He appears to have squished it.

Never mind, says Gaius. Let's see the damage.

He looks at the three spider parts.

Notes? says Gaius.

In the camper, says Arthur.

Gaius heads for the camper.

It's the first time he's paid it attention.

A Wicked Camper, with a misogynistic message.

I shall not repeat it.

I say, David, says Gaius. Did you choose this particular camper?

No, why? asks David.

Do you know what it says on the back?

No, what?

Gaius gives him the gist.

How embarrassing, says David.

You're in luck, says Gaius. Sprocket has a tin of gold paint.

Yeah, cool, says Sprocket. I'll paint over it.

I'll help you, says Arthur.

They head for the camper.

Gaius looks at the notes which he found in Arthur's back pack, from which page one is missing.

Notes and drawings of maratus aquilus, maratus felinus and maratus combustus. Notes and drawings of maratus unicup and maratus tortus.

He compares them with the three parts of the spider whose life Arthur interrupted.

Not a maratus? asks David.

No, says Gaius. As we see from these drawings. Not a maratus.

Nevertheless, an entity.... says David (the philosopher).

Indeed, an arachnoid entity.... says Gaius (the natural historian).

He picks up the knife Arthur left on the poncho, and cuts two large slices of Gouda.

They eat them companionably..

A slight breeze blows the spider parts away.