One hundred years and no one has stumbled over her yet? Just where was she exploring? Or has she been placed in an alcove to frighten young fraggle's to stay away from rock spiders?

For each and every action there is an opposite reaction. Yet who has the cure for a rock spiders bite?

Only the Shadow knows...

I suspect that rock spider caves are places that smart Fraggles stay away from. Yet, the venom has it's uses -- see my Lesser Book of Fraggle Lore, for details.

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/9028584/

I will read it when I wake up, I honestly cannot know or read everything even if I have two literal shot tons of books, plus. There are times I simply wing it. I just finished setting up the Naorhy update. Ten chapters written in two days during my limited free time. I'm toast.

g'knight

I know the feeling, so I"ll try to make it easier for you. Here's the section on Rock Spiders.

Rock Spiders – As spiders go, they are rather cute, and almost entirely harmless. The spider resembles a pair of small stones, rounded but not entirely regular, and two smaller pebbles whose locations suggest they are eyes. They have eight legs, as all spiders should, and spin webs that are as strong as Ironweed Twine. It is good to avoid Rock Spider webs as they are sticky and the strands are nearly impossible to tear. Properly treated to make unsticky, however, they can be spun into excellent cloth. The creatures do not bite unless severely provoked. But then … oh boy! The venom of the Rock Spider turns the bitten one to stone, and though it may not be permanent, no one bitten has been known to recover from their petrification for as long as Fraggles have any memory. It is not the bite that is at fault, but the milky venom. One unfortunate individual whose glowberry juice had been spiked by droplets of Rock Spider venom remarked that it somehow tasted like dust … and hasn’t said anything more about it since. Or about anything else. Rock Spider venom does, in fact, have a beneficial use – a few drops in a jar of water, a dipper of which is then mixed into a large pot of grease-based salve, can numb aches and pains for up to several hours.

I love your book of Fraggle lore. This pic....I once had a D&D character that was turned to stone. She got stuck that way for quite a long time. Your poem very much reminds me of her. She was quite insane by the time she was turned to flesh again. Fortunately, it helps to be a little insane when your greatest enemy is a ten thousand year old undead lich-dragon.

The drawing is cute, in a kinda sad way.

Part was easy to find after I had four hours sleep.

Probably not quite what 'Fraggle Rock' is supposed to mean.

lol

My character Miyu - matter manipulating morph with thing for anthro skunks - probably could revert it, if life force is still trapped in rock.. sometimes she does turn people into statues too, if provoked.. but usually just scares them off by giving tight hug..

More reason to RUN AWAY from all spiders ;-;

Spiders are our friend! They eat other insects... but, I have to admit to taking an aesthetic dislike to discovering one in bed with me or crawling up my shirt sleeve if its more than, say, half an inch across from leg tip to leg tip. Especially if I'm visiting some part of the world where spider bits matter -- in Ontario, they don't.

I've seen spiders bigger than my hand out in lawnwork equipment I have to use. That is NOT fun to see when you are as skittish as I am. ;;

Spiders that big belong in a jungle ... keeps third world aboriginals on their toes.

Biggest spider I've seen in the wild in Toronto was a weird thing with a colourful metallic abdomen that I've never seen before or since, and the body was about an inch from end to end. With legs extended, maybe it could have reached two full inches. That was plenty big enough for me. We have "Dock" spiders, so called because they tend to live under old wooden docks, that are fairly big also, but I don't think that's their real name. But not even the six or seven rattlesnakes that live wild in the province are life-threatening, never mind the spiders. That's the way it should be. Nature in the tropics and deserts is unnatural.

This thing was a good 4-6 inches at least counting legs. Wasn't fuzzy either. Almost scaly looking, grey and mottled. Didn't see fangs but I DID see its former mates when I opened the garage at work once... saw 3 bodies fall from the door as it went up, nearly 3 inches in size. Possibly eaten by this queen bitch of a spider after mating and left a dry, hollow husk for the ants to then swarm and devour by the time I got the riding mower back inside.

That and the damned snaked both lurk out there in our storage... and I'm constantly having to run out there to find medical records charts. :(

What you need in that garage is a spent nuclear fuel rod. Rig it so that when you pull a cord, it gets shut up in a lead box, so you can root around in the garage yourself. When you leave, shut the door and tug the line again, opening the box. Of course, given long enough, one day you'll open the garage door and find a 9 foot tall, superpowered black widow who promptly eats you and then conquers the Earth.

I'd rather not risk being the one blamed for the downfall of the human race, so I believe a high powered hunting rifle should suffice. Or a flame thrower. The garage is falling apart, the ceiling has caved in partially and the backside of the building has been torn off from wind. Just need to burn it down... burn it -all- down and everything is fine. No more charts to look for either.

Fire cleanses!