The spider has chomped her head off and has already begun spinning its cocoon of death. Woe is me.
I feel inspired to write bad poetry…
She smiled at me
And now she’s dead
Immunity Challenge
The tribes were separated into two prison cells. Each tribe member had shackles on their legs and feet. Using the various strings and bamboo sticks scattered on the floor, they had to piece together long poles so they can reach the keys hanging on pegs.
I had a fleeting hope that Sook Jai would win this thing, but I had already been filled with so much woe that all I could picture was that spider ripping the caterpillar off the web.
