Perhaps the grey colour of the Locust is not sufficiently conspicuous to attract attention by itself.  Then let us try red, the brightest colour to our retina and probably also to the Spiders’.  None of the game hunted by the Epeirae being clad in scarlet, I make a small bundle out of red wool, a bait of the size of a Locust.  I glue it to the web.

My stratagem succeeds.  As long as the parcel is stationary, the Spider is not roused; but, the moment it trembles, stirred by my straw, she runs up eagerly.

There are silly ones who just touch the thing with their legs and, without further enquiries, swathe it in silk after the manner of the usual game.  They even go so far as to dig their fangs into the bait, following the rule of the preliminary poisoning.  Then and then only the mistake is recognized and the tricked Spider retires and does not come back, unless it be long afterwards, when she flings the cumbersome object out of the web.

There are also clever ones.  Like the others, these hasten to the red-woollen lure, which my straw insidiously keeps moving; they come from their tent among the leaves as readily as from the centre of the web; they explore it with their palpi and their legs; but, soon perceiving that the thing is valueless, they are careful not to spend their silk on useless bonds.  My quivering bait does not deceive them.  It is flung out after a brief inspection.

Still, the clever ones, like the silly ones, run even from a distance, from their leafy ambush.  How do they know?  Certainly not by sight.  Before recognizing their mistake, they have to hold the object between their legs and even to nibble at it a little.  They are extremely short-sighted.  At a hand’s-breadth’s distance, the lifeless prey, unable to shake the web, remains unperceived.  Besides, in many cases, the hunting takes place in the dense darkness of the night, when sight, even if it were good, would not avail.

If the eyes are insufficient guides, even close at hand, how will it be when the prey has to be spied from afar!  In that case, an intelligence-apparatus for long-distance work becomes indispensable.  We have no difficulty in detecting the apparatus.

Let us look attentively behind the web of any Epeira with a daytime hiding-place:  we shall see a thread that starts from the centre of the network, ascends in a slanting line outside the plane of the web and ends at the ambush where the Spider lurks all day.  Except at the central point, there is no connection between this thread and the rest of the work, no interweaving with the scaffolding-threads.  Free of impediment, the line runs straight from the centre of the net to the ambush-tent.  Its length averages twenty-two inches.  The Angular Epeira, settled high up in the trees, has shown me some as long as eight or nine feet.

There is no doubt that this slanting line is a foot-bridge which allows the Spider to repair hurriedly to the web, when summoned by urgent business, and then, when her round is finished, to return to her hut.  In fact, it is the road which I see her follow, in going and coming.  But is that all?  No; for, if the Epeira had no aim in view but a means of rapid transit between her tent and the net, the foot-bridge would be fastened to the upper edge of the web.  The journey would be shorter and the slope less steep.