My My My

There was a dead rat under the decking and it was the middle of summer.

The had been no rain for ages and the rat was becoming, shall we say "ripe".

An idea was forming, or rather being woven above the body.

Eggs had been laid and maggots were hatching to feed off the dead rat's body, while above them was an expanding, sticky collection of strands, in a beautiful, geometric design, intended by the perpetrator to improve the current state of its larder.

The weather was getting hotter and the number of threads increasing by the minute. The plan was being perpetrated perfectly,

The body of the rat seemed to be moving but that was just because it was being devoured by its uninvited guests. The heat increased, the smell got worse, and the protagonist's feast would soon be here.

It knew that the maggots would eventually turn into flies, and then seek their freedom by flying upwards and straight into the device of the arachnoid heist.

The flies would not die immediately, but they would be toyed with and devoured, and maybe a few words would be exchanged before the end.

"My,My,My Said The Spider To The Fly"