Actually, she wasn't very well camouflaged today. I've seen these spiders turn a kind of yellow green to blend in with the plants where they're lurking. (Check back through my blog archives to Feb 12.) How can she fool any prey, I thought, with those bright red stripes on her creamy-white body? And along came some possible prey. I wondered if this wasp (fly?) would spot the spider and keep away.
Nope. Walked right into the trap! And man, did that spider move fast! She grabbed with her barbed front legs and chomped right down on the wasp's head with her jaws and held on tight, even though the wasp buzzed and flailed, kicking its little white-tipped legs and thrashing its long skinny abdomen around.
The struggle went on for what seemed to me a long, long time. I stood watching for over 15 minutes. The spider clutched the wasp tighter, turning it upside down, and I think I saw the spider's mouthparts moving, but mostly she held very still while the wasp kept kicking its legs. After a while, the kicking slowed, and then, it finally stopped. What will the spider do now, I wondered. And I waited. Waited. Waited. The spider didn't move, didn't chew up the wasp, didn't wrap it in silk, didn't drop it. Was she sucking out its bodily fluids? How long would it take?
Well, I never found out how long the spider would grip the wasp before dropping it. Thunder was rumbling and rain started to fall and I was late, anyway, getting home to start supper. So I left the spider alone to enjoy her meal, while I went home to prepare mine.