Only moments ago I was dutifully and sweeping cob-webs off the side of the cottage (I did good dad!).
Now I am doomed to a fate worse than
.... it is death, so there is nothing worse.
Unbeknownst to me, I happened to destroy one particular intricate, painstakingly designed, and specially crafted cobweb.........
..... That belonged to her.
She may not look big at first glance, but check out the nail next to her. It's a carpentry nail, not one of those itty bitty hang-a-picture sort.
I am certain that she is currently plotting her revenge.
She will execute her attack in the dead of night (pun intended) as I sleep soundly.
I will wake up, unable to move, boundin a silk cocoon. I will be poisoned and eventually eaten.
It's been great knowing you.