"Will You Rest Upon My Little Bed?" ....

 .... said the Spider to the Fly.
“There are pretty curtains drawn around; the sheets are fine and thin,
 And if you like to rest awhile, I'll snugly tuck you in!”


Quick walk down the field at 8:30 pm. Vile, cold, damp, windy weather. Bugs were hiding. The ox-eye daisies are looking great and are usually a happy hunting ground for mini beasts. All I could find of interest was Crabby having her supper. Sorry, I've Blipped crab spiders lots of times.