|Lucky shot. Because there was only one.|
And the cat scrambled through the window, disturbing the moth, who fluttered directly into a spider web. Instantly, the spider appeared from nowhere, pouncing on the struggling moth.
|Happy cross spider, unfortunate moth.|
And in a couple of minutes, the moth was quiet, and the spider was covered head to toes in moth feathers.
She hangs from two threads; one paid out from her spinnerets, and another she's holding with one rear foot.
|Zooming in on the spinnerets. The silk turns out to be a bundle of very fine threads.|