oh what a web we weave

Come into my parlor said the spider to the fly. I haven’t actually heard any spiders say that, but I know they’re here. Like this cobweb, in my bedroom. Almost over my bed. Dangling there like the Sword of Damocles, ready to sever my head from my body.

This one is in the living room.  Not sure if the spider has already got some flies in storage or what.  No really anxious to find out either.  Maybe Sweet friend can take of it next time he comes over?  He’s tall.  And a man.  They’re not scared of little things like spiders, right?