I just noticed the movement at the edge of the window.
Mortal combat.
Roughly even sized adversaries each with different and distinct advantages. Fighting so fast that it couldn't register with the human eye. The fly had managed to keep a wing free and was twirling so fast that there was a simple blur of legs and bodies.
It would stop for a moment and then resume, without obvious advantage to victim or pursuer.
Then, suddenly, in the midst of a black blur, the web's strong thread snapped and they were whisked into the air.
As I type this, the spider has returned.
Seemingly alone.
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