Ascending gossamer thin rungs I took care not to break any of the delicate strands.
“You’re almost there,” a sibilant vibration encouraged, invigorating my climb.
By the time I reached my destination I’d been tricked into a viscous embrace from which there was no freedom.
“Welcome,” a glistening maw gaped open.
Except for my head and hands, the remainder of my torso was wrapped in a delicate cocoon of sticky, silk fibre.
Dripping drool, in anticipation of a sweet treat, the spider engulfed its Halloween candy.