A gust of wind from the north clears the realms on high; the sky becomes magnificent; perfect calm reigns below.

The Moths begin their nightly rounds.

Good! One is caught, a mighty fine one.

The Spider will dine to-day.
What happens next, in an uncertain light, does not lend itself to accurate observation.

It is better to turn to those Garden Spiders who never leave their web and who hunt mainly in the daytime.