I have given the reason: she is too great a stay-at-home to go in search of materials and she makes use of the limited resources which she finds around her.

Bits of earth, small chips of stone, a few twigs, a few withered grasses: that is all, or nearly all.

Wherefore the work is generally quite modest and reduced to a parapet that hardly attracts attention.
My captives teach us that, when materials are plentiful, especially textile materials that remove all fears of landslip, the Lycosa delights in tall turrets.

She understands the art of donjon-building and puts it into practice as often as she possesses the means.
What is the purpose of this turret?
My pans will tell us that.

An enthusiastic votary of the chase, so long as she is not permanently fixed, the Lycosa, once she has set up house, prefers to lie in ambush and wait for the quarry.