Spider and hapless bee, enmeshed alive in spider silk, all in a blink of an eye, as she spun the bee round and round, coating it in the toughest netting to return tonight for a living feast. She set a huge, strong web right next to a patch of blooming ice plant and was reeling in bee after bee in a steady wagon train of future meals. You would think she'd get tired of wrapping bees after a while but she never tired and never wavered. As for those mounds on her back? I'm not sure but perhaps they're eggs for future generation of spiders? Yikes.