Just a minute, Wilbur.
[she climbs up and wraps the fly]
Charlotte: He’ll make a perfect breakfast for me.
Wilbur: [shuddering] Ooooh. You mean you eat flies?
Charlotte: Why, certainly. I eat anything that gets caught in my web. I have to live, don’t I?
Wilbur: [nervously] Why, yes, of course. Do they taste good?
Charlotte: Course, I don’t really *eat* them, I drink their blood. I love blood.
Wilbur: [gasps] Oh, please don’t say things like that.
Charlotte: Why not? It’s true.
Wilbur: But it’s *cruel*.
Charlotte: Well, you can’t talk. You have your meals brought to you in a pail. Nobody feeds me. I live by my wits.
Wilbur: It just seems an odd sort of diet.
Charlotte: Do you realize that if I didn’t eat them, bugs would get so numerous, they’d destroy the earth? Spiders are really very useful creatures.