Thin premeditated rig

The spider, dropping down from twig, 
Unfolds a plan of her devising, 
A thin premeditated rig
To use in rising.

And all that journey down through space, 
In cool descent and loyal hearted, 
She spins a ladder to the place
From where she started.

Thus I, gone forth as spiders do 
In spider’s web a truth discerning, 
Attach one silken thread to you 
For my returning. 
EB White



Sometimes you just have to drive more carefully so as not to disturb the resident spider! Silly but true!
 Sillyness abounding - see extra.