A scary story with the happy end (I tried using new words and idioms) It hurts like hell! I had felt a bite on my belly. It was dark. But we were still looking for a place for a camp out among bushes in a Sydney park. In Australia, it's forbidden to pitch a tent anywhere except official campsites. We had a very rough day and we didn't have a better choice. My husband, our one-year-old daughter into a child's bike trailer and I had ridden a bike a lot of kilometres on that day. The situation was bad, but it could have been worse. I didn't know who approximately it could have been. I didn't find anything under my t-shirt. There was only a painful red spot on my belly which was increasing by the minute. I nearly jumped out of my skin. Do you remember the old joke that all the Australian animals want to kill you? Actually, at that moment it wasn't fun. Someone of the Australian insect or spider had bitten me. The great and terrible Redback spider might have bitten me.  I lied down and lifted my legs higher than my head in the tent. I drank a litre of water else. We could have called an ambulance because we had boughten insurance. But we were morally and physically weary and wouldn't find new adventures and explain to somebody why we sleep under the stars. The wise and omniscient Internet gave me hope that I live to the morning anyway. And I fell asleep. I'm alive and well after the happening.