GIANT SPIDER WEBS

Screen doors whapped throughout the night, cats fought and fucked without cease, a cacophony of dogs malingered in the vicinity of each outdoor barbecue-in-progress, and an occasional flash of heat-lightning lit up the night, casting into silhouette the tangled maze of television antennas that towered over the low-level houses - as if a vast network of giant spider webs threatened the smaller, human community below.
(John Irving | A Prayer For Owen Meany)