In my hall, betwixt wall and ceiling, lives a little spider with its cocoon. At least, I hope it lives; it doesn't seem to move much. There is a neat circular doorway, and what looks like a bit of discarded leg.
It's hard to photograph, standing on a little stepladder holding a camera above my head.
I realise how little I know about spiders, yet I share my home with gazillions of them. We fish them out of sinks and bath almost every day; big beefy black-legged ones flee under the fridge, and little ones festoon the indoor plants with tiny webs.
And of course I shall let you know.... Sorry if you hate the thought!