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IKE bubbles cut in half, these delicate domes
catch the light rays and separate them like a
prism into waves of rainbow colors. One of
these domes is usually about the size of an
ordinary bowl, and is suspended with the opening
on the lower side. It is held in place by
many guy-lines which attach it to surrounding
objects. Above a filmy dome are always
stretched many crisscrossed threads for some
distance up. These are for the purpose of
hindering the flight of insects, so that they
will fall into the web. The little spider,
which always hangs, back downward, just below the center of the
dome, rushes to its prey from the lower side, pulls it through the
meshes of the web, and feeds upon it. But any remains of the insect or
pieces of sticks or leaves which may drop upon the web, it carefully cuts
out and drops to the ground, mending the hole very neatly.
![]() A filmy-dome web with its maker. Photo by J. H. Comstock. |
Leading thought—One little spider spins a filmy dome, beneath the apex of which it hangs, back downward, awaiting its prey.
Method—On a sunny day in late summer or early autumn, while walking along woodland paths, the careful observer is sure to see suspended among the bushes or in the tops of weeds, or among dead branches of young hemlocks, the filmy dome webs. They are about as large as a small bowl, and usually so delicate that they cannot be seen unless the sun shines upon them; they are likely to be exquisitely iridescent under the sun's rays. Such a dome may be studied by a class or by the pupils individually.
Observations—
1. Where did you discover the filmy dome? What is the size of the dome? Does it open above or below? How is it held in place?
2. Are there many crisscrossed threads extending above the dome? If so, what do you think they are for?
3. Where does the spider stay? Is the spider large and heavy, or small and delicate?
4. What does the spider do if an insect becomes entangled in its web?
5. Throw a bit of stick or leaf upon a filmy dome web, and note what becomes of it.
"With spiders I had friendship made. And watch'd them in their sullen trade." —Prisoner of Chillon. |