The web is reached, without the least difficulty, by one of the lines of the framework, the first that offers.

The Locust is then perceived and forthwith enswathed, after which the signalling-thread is remade, taking the place of the one which I have broken.

Along this road the Spider goes home, dragging her prey behind her.
My neighbour, the mighty Angular Epeira, with her telegraph-wire nine feet long, has even better things in store for me.

One morning I find her web, which is now deserted, almost intact, a proof that the night's hunting has not been good.

The animal must be hungry.