So there we were outside, getting ready for a gin and tonic on a
sunnier Autumn day, when this leggy Spider took a fancy to our lemon – and then it seems took an even bigger fancy to this other smaller, and rather foolish visitor. As Aurora started snapping, I was immediately reminded of the famous poem by Mary Howitt (1929)
“Will you walk into my parlour?” said the Spider to the Fly,
‘Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy;
The way into my parlour is up a winding stair,
And I’ve a many curious things to show when you are there.”
“Oh no, no,” said the little Fly, “to ask me is in vain,
For who goes up your winding stair
-can ne’er come down again.”
It is of course a cute little tale to warn against people who use
flattery and charm to hide their real intentions.
Mary Howitt was born in Gloucestershire UK in 1799 and wrote about 180 books in her lifetime. The more common interpretation “Come into my parlour, said the Spider to the Fly,” has famously been adapted in music, film and tv .
Funnily enough, she taught herself to speak Swedish and Danish and translated many of Hans Christian Anderson’s tales.
Oh! And bye the way, no creatures got DRUNK, HARMED or EATEN during filming 🙂