"Eww. Eww." His nose wrinkles and his whole face scrunches up at the thought of that. For some reason that sounds more disturbing than giant spiders, and he can't even say why that is. He feels like a kid trying to work up the courage to touch something slimy and shakes his head at his own reaction. "Can you imagine if it jumped on your head?" He shudders.

"I've always liked these. When I was little, my siblings and I would sometimes gather a few from the caves and keep them in jars in our rooms at night. We'd put them back before they could die. I have no idea what they eat. Maybe minerals from the rocks like nugs." It's better in this part of the cave, no side passages for sudden ambush, and the ground descends at a more gentle slope. He can hear water running in the distance.