Murray Leinster,
The Mad Planet — V. The Conqueror
(1920)
“ And all the space of the wide snare was hung with threads, fine, twisted threads no more than half the thickness of Burl’s finger. This was the trap of a labyrinth spider. Not one of the interlacing threads was strong enough to hold the feeblest of prey, but the threads were there by thousands. A great cricket had become entangled in the maze of sticky lines. Its limbs thrashed out, smashing the snare-lines at every stroke, but at every stroke meeting and becoming entangled with a dozen more. ”
