Ladybird! Ladybird! Fly away ho... oh never mind.

Hopefully the thumbnail will have prepared you for the grisly sight. The lady flew out for lunch, not realising she was the lunch... now the house will burn, and Ann is an orphan.

Ladybird, ladybird, fly away home!
Your house is on fire, your children all gone,
All but one, and her name is Ann,
And she crept under the pudding pan.

Do go Large if you have the stomach for it. The way the clingfilm-like wrapper extrudes from the garden spider is quite compelling...