Mom with a mouthful

In the kitchen corner, a proud mother of many (probably Physocyclus globosus) hangs from a dingy web, where she grips her growing brood with mandibles and palps. A tight mesh of silk holds the eggs together in a massive molecule that seems to glow with a light blue pulse. We both await the fruit of this effort, when a legion of spiderlings will emerge to frolick in the crevices and free their parent from the rigours of a long fast to the rest of a short end.