Poet Mary Howit knew a thing or three about spiders. She would have seen this dew-laden silk and dark doorway for the trap it is.
In 1829 she penned lines that became one of the most quoted warnings about false flattery:
“Will you walk into my parlour?” said the Spider to the Fly,
‘Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy;
We all know what happened to the fly.
Whose parlour are you sitting in?