“Step into my parlor,” said the spider to the fly.

“But your parlor is a domain,” objected the fly.

“Precisely,” said the spider, rolling his honeycomb eyes. “That’s why we’re Skype-ing.”

“Oh no,” said the fly, shaking her wings. “I Google-ed you. I know all about your reputation. You’ll spin your flattery around me and I’ll be hooked.”

“But I do so like your profile pic,” replied the spider, rubbing his hands.

“Well, I suppose I could switch on my webcam, and take you on an internet date,” said the fly, batting her eyelashes.

“So come lie down in my cyber net, and I’ll eat you from head to toe,” said the spider.

“Oh, you’re such a romantic,” said the fly. “But flirting will get you nowhere. Got to fly. Catch me if you can.”

“Don’t you see?” said the spider. “I already have. You’re in my web.”

 

Welcome to my cyber home. I hope that you will make yourself comfortable here from time to time, and that I can catch some of your attention, every now and then, in my web of words.