Soon after, she hoists him, fastened by a line to her spinneret, and drags him to her hiding-place, where a long banquet will be held.

So far, nothing new: things happen as usual.
I leave the Spider to mind her own affairs for some days before I interfere with her.

I again propose to give her a Locust; but this time I first cut the signalling-thread with a touch of the scissors, without shaking any part of the edifice.

The game is then laid on the web.
Complete success: the entangled insect struggles, sets the net quivering; the Spider, on her side, does not stir, as though heedless of events.
The idea might occur to one that, in this business, the Epeira stays motionless in her cabin since she is prevented from hurrying down, because the foot-bridge is broken.

Let us undeceive ourselves: for one road open to her there are a hundred, all ready to bring her to the place where her presence is now required.