Still have a scar on the back on my right hand where a Brown Recluse got me at Ft. Leonard Wood back in the summer of '83. Fortunately, I saw it happen. I hiked up my skirt and went running to the Drill Sergeants who drove me back to post (generally exceeding the posted speed limits) and to the post hospital. The docs dug out a huge chunk of meat, and let me spend the night in the hospital, before they sent me back out to the field.