“Will you walk into my parlor?” said the spider to the fly…
What line could be more true for Halloween than the introduction to this famous poem by Mary Howitt??!!
We love playing in the bath, so I wanted to create a Halloween bath time surprise for the kids – one that would take little effort, involve no cleaning and deliver on FUN!!
I found our plastic spiders and flies – the flies have these red eyes popping out of them and look really yuk!!
I added them to a selection of plastic containers and added water. Then I stuck them in the freezer over night.
I wanted to add a little sensory warm and cold to this play experience – hence the freezing…
When I added the spiders and flies stuck onto ice bits they all kind of floated in the bath – it was great!
(I have to say that both my kids have played with these spiders and flies for nights and nights afterwards – just adding them to the bath with the plastic containers!)
On the night I turned down the bathroom lights and added candles to the room
Just like a spook house I was told…
This really created atmosphere – and is so simple to do.
(we now have to light the candles every time we play with the spiders in the bath – which have now become a permanent fixture!!)
And then we played!
I was actually surprised by how long these little plastic critters held the kids attention!
After the ice melted they spent almost an hour putting them onto their shoulders and hands…
Then they were moved backwards and forward from bath to container – counting as we went along!
There was MUCH squealing!!
The Spider and the Fly, by Mary Howitt
“Will you walk into my parlor?” said the spider to the fly;
“’Tis the prettiest little parlor that ever you did spy.
The way into my parlor is up a winding stair,
And I have many pretty things to show when you are there.”
“O no, no,” said the little fly, “to ask me is in vain,
For who goes up your winding stair can ne’er come down again.”
“I’m sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high;
Will you rest upon my little bed?” said the spider to the fly.
“There are pretty curtains drawn around, the sheets are fine and thin,
And if you like to rest awhile, I’ll snugly tuck you in.”
“O no, no,” said the little fly, “for I’ve often heard it said,
They never, never wake again, who sleep upon your bed.”
Said the cunning spider to the fly, “Dear friend, what shall I do,
To prove the warm affection I’ve always felt for you?
I have within my pantry good store of all that’s nice;
I’m sure you’re very welcome; will you please to take a slice?”
“O no, no,” said the little fly, “kind sir, that cannot be;
I’ve heard what’s in your pantry, and I do not wish to see.”
“Sweet creature!” said the spider, “You’re witty and you’re wise!
How handsome are your gauzy wings, how brilliant are your eyes!
I have a little looking-glass upon my parlor shelf,
If you’ll step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself.”
“I thank you, gentle sir,” she said, “for what you’re pleased to say,
And bidding you good-morning now, I’ll call another day.”
The spider turned him round about, and went into his den,
For well he knew the silly fly would soon be back again:
So he wove a subtle web, in a little corner sly,
And set his table ready to dine upon the fly.
Then he came out to his door again, and merrily did sing
“Come hither, hither, pretty fly, with the pearl and silver wing:
Your robes are green and purple; there’s a crest upon your head;
Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead.”
Alas, alas! how very soon this silly little fly,
Hearing his wily flattering words, came slowly flitting by.
With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew
Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue;
Thinking only of her crested head — poor foolish thing! At last,
Up jumped the cunning spider, and fiercely held her fast.
He dragged her up his winding stair, into his dismal den,
Within his little parlor; but she ne’er came out again!
And now, dear little children, who may this story read,
To idle, silly, flattering words, I pray you ne’er give heed;
Unto an evil counselor close heart, and ear, and eye,
And take a lesson from this tale of the Spider and the Fly.