The creature began to drop from the ceiling, silently, slowly. Its prey sat below, innocent and unaware of the imminent danger.

The creature’s hunger was palpable. Eight red eyes gleamed with excitement at the prospect of a meal, and eight spindley legs covered with razor sharp barbs tensed in anticipation. It dropped lower, lower, ready for the attack.

By the time its prey noticed what was happening, it was too late. It had been captured, inexplicably trapped in a web of sticky, gossimer strands knotted in an intricate pattern, with no escape.

As the creature wrapped its prey tighter in the strands, preparing to feast, their eyes met for a brief moment.

Fear and hunger, almost indistinguishable.

A most delicious meal.