Enraptured by her form, she twirled on the silvery web.
“Don’t I look amazing?”
Her voice drifted over to her mate, who yawned. “You’ve got some weight on you, love.”
Freezing in mid-twirl, her foot settled on his tiny body. Afterwards, she licked her fangs.
He should have known better.
Moral: Keep your counsel to yourself and thus stay away from trouble.