To catch a spider with web that's not its own sounded like an awful limerick that you find in those dollar store books that nobody wanted but the corporation chose them to be stocked on shelves for the few dimes they'll wrangle out of desperate parents needing something to satiate their fidgeting children during a trip to the store when they don't want to spend too much, but enough to keep their children occupied, yet here the two were, concocting a plan to capture the arapulo without it escaping the confines of the net, with some bright lights to daze it, and ways of luring it out of hiding long enough to keep it from escaping back into the sewers.
Going off Theodore's hypothesis, they worked off the idea that the arapulo avoided needless contact with humans it wasn't keen on taking and would've avoided going out in the open, fully aware of its unusual nature attracting unwanted attention.
It's hunted enough people that it's become complacent, it doesn't expect much resistance, but it's not stupid not to know the signs when the humans become aware of it.
With its venom, keeping distance from the arms and its mouth took priority, one bite's enough for it to inject them with the venom.
Al estimated that if any one of them gotten bit, it'll be hours of becoming calcified from the inside out, perhaps the arapulo liked making sure his dolls posed the way he liked before they set.
How they're permanently dealing with the arapulo's not any easier, they must ensure nobody becomes aware of what's transpiring in their proverbial backyards.
Shooting's an easy answer for some, but the narrow frame leaves room for error, and heat seeking bullets wouldn't do well, either, due to similar concerns.
As apex predators arapulo didn't have anything that'd hunt them that'll help edge out Theodore and Lila's approaching encounter with the arapulo, again.
"Sticky, durable, ecologically friendly, this thing's not getting out of it even if he's tutored under Houdini like your dad!" Al summed their trap, taking the concept of spiderwebs and morphing it further, to the point that Peter Parker would've sold lifetime pizza deliveries for the recipe that Al and Theodore created out of countless rejects.
Limited, however, the ingredients used have a short shelf life and isn't sustainable in the long haul, though it wouldn't cause issues if left behind, only dissolving into nothing.
Taking into consideration for the arapulo's venom, Al didn't believe it's capable of eating through the silk, nor will the arapulo attempt to spit at them with the nature of the venom preventing it from trying to spit like a cobra.
When it came time to decide how to deal with the arapulo without drawing unwanted attention from people in the area, Al with the tried and true, the old harpoon gun Theodore's father found on a trip that he kept for any occasion that called for it.
It didn't look like it had practical uses, as big as it is, but Medikus swore by it and he used it to his advantage multiple times.
He modified it to fit his needs and so that even Sarah could've used it if she needed it and believe Al, the harpoon had uses.
"The harpoon's heavy enough that it won't go over the buildings, but not too heavy neither you can't use it, the tip's wide enough that it won't miss the arapulo, and not strong enough to impale it into a building," Al summed the harpoon's design as he watched Theodore and Lila struggle loading up their created net into the canon that'll go off the moment Al commands it.
Once it impales the arapulo, the weight will do the rest, and it won't be able to lift itself out of the harpoon because of it.
"Harpoon and bright lights, if it was called Bruce, you'd almost convince me we'd be on a dinghy," Lila sighed as she commented on their outlook while checking the canon that the net's firing out of the moment the arapulo comes into view.
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The Bizarre Adventures of Doctor Who
FanfictionIt's never easy stepping into the shoes of the Doctor-more when you're his son-and so, begins the tale of Theodore Levy Smith. The son of the Doctor. Or specifically, his second son. His father's the progenitor of the title and it'd seem that the ti...