The screen displayed:
When the hour ended and the glass dome lifted, the spiders were safely removed. Neither of them had dropped a single crumb. The screen displayed: When the hour ended and
“Tomorrow night: a river of mealworms, a celebrity with a fear of water, and a secret alliance that will shock everyone. This is I’m a Celebrity… Get Me Out of Here! ” This is I’m a Celebrity… Get Me Out of Here
“But,” Julia continued, “there’s a twist. The two celebrities who are not chosen must share the for one hour. On the throne? A plate of steak, roast potatoes, and chocolate mousse. Above the throne? A glass chamber containing fifty live huntsman spiders. If the glass cracks or the door opens early… they drop.” On the throne
Mick leaned over. “Between you and me? I hate these things. But I hate quitting more. Now eat your damn steak before I finish it for you.”
The Throne of Spiders was a carved wooden chair draped in velvet. On a small table beside it sat two plates of perfectly cooked steak, golden roast potatoes, and a shared bowl of chocolate mousse. Above it, a thick glass dome swarmed with spiders—legs twitching, bodies skittering over one another.