A cool morning finally brought a change from our hot, dry summer. Weighed down with droplets of dew, the webs of all the neighborhood spiders were no longer inconspicuous. Each web, meant to ensnare, had become a jeweled hammock, sagging under the weight of those glistening beads. No small moth or fly could help but notice such fancy, glistening structures. The spiders would have to wait for their dinner.