The old barn was home to dozens of harvest spiders that spun delicate webs among the rafters.

The house spiders were quietly spinning webs in the corners of the attic.

I watched the hunting spiders move silently across the porch, searching for prey.

Early in the morning, the garden was glittering with spiders' webs, each beaded with dew.

The biologist studied the triangle spiders hiding among the rocks.

Wasp spiders spun large orb webs across the garden path, catching flies and drawing curious onlookers.

A huntsman spider scuttled across the ceiling and disappeared into the rafters.

Lynx spiders often perch on the tips of grass blades, waiting to pounce on unsuspecting prey.

Rock spiders scuttled across the sunbaked cliff as I searched for fossils.

When cleaning the garage, I was startled to find recluse spiders tucked under the workbench.