Heh. One darn near ate me. On the way up the hiking trail, I stopped to take some photos of a nice big black spider and the web spanning the path, before carefully ducking under so as not to ruin the web. A couple hours later, on the way back, I ran straight into it. First instinct I had was to duck. Second instinct I had was to twist away from it. Result of those instincts was wrapping it completely around my head and shoulders. And then I got the willies, because I didn't know where the spider was, and tried brushing the web (and spider) off me, just making things worse. Luckily, the spider had scurried off into the tree, rather than onto me, but that web was stickier than cotton candy on a two year old's face.