An excerpt from the poem "The Spider and the Fly" by Mary Howitt
"Sweet creature!" said the Spider, "you're witty and you're wise,
How handsome are your gauzy wings, how brilliant are your eyes!
I've a little looking-glass upon my parlour shelf,
If you'll step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself."
"I thank you, gentle sir," she said, "for what you 're pleased to say,
And bidding you good morning now, I'll call another day."
Can't you tell from the way the spider is enticing with the dance moves?Who's the spider here. The man?
In most cases, a fly ensnared in a web will agitate the strands in an instinctive attempt to liberate itself. This one is maladaptive.
I see it now. I had mistaken the gentleman’s calm composure for that of a poised predator, patiently awaiting the perfect moment to strike. In truth, the poor fellow had been hypnotized into a stupor, a captive of trance, not cunning.Can't you tell from the way the spider is enticing with the dance moves?