death of a generation

I was cleaning my room today (doesn't happen often) and in the gloom under my table, which is a rather nice wooden dining type table, I found a small spiders web. Attached to the web were dozens of tiny spider skeletons. Obviously a spider had laid some eggs down there and the poor wee arachnids never flew the nest. If I remember 'Charlottes Web' correctly, they make little silk lines and fly off with the wind. In this case, though, they remained under my table for the entirety of their short lives, and perished.