On the concrete floor near his shoe, a fat black spider seemed to materialize from thin air.

The fattest spider he'd ever encountered fell to the ground and darted for a hiding place.

This is what he sang: Old fat spider spinning in a tree!

A big fat spider was sitting in a web spun between two of the gas pumps, so it had likely been closed for a while.

Hobie could just sit there, like a fat lazy spider in the centre of a web.

The box of Orden itself sat in the center of that web, like a fat black spider.

I think the fish is laughing down there with the fat spider in its stomach.

The lamp sat like a fat spider in the centre of a wooden web.

It looked like masses of fat white spiders.

All it needed was a few fat black spiders painted on the yellow to be anybody's bilious attack.