Literally? Yes. And it screeches, too; incoherent screams of animal rage, and noises like cats crossed with rattlesnakes. Fortunately, the screeching noises drop off swiftly as the fire claims its victims.


.... all, perhaps, save one, which spends its last breath in an act of literally venomous hatred. One of the black scuttling ones flings itself up at an angle Dinah can't quite reach-

"AUGH!~" shouts Gordon, and flings the thing away with all his might. "Neurotoxin detected," responds the suit.