Once upon a time there was a spider. He was large garden spider. He had a beautiful web stretching between a hanging planter and the side of a suburban house. He was a busy spider, catching and wrapping up meals whenever he had a chance. He never bothered anyone, kept to himself, was very quiet and ate bothersome pests. And his web, when covered in morning dew, was a wonder to behold.
One day, a raucous blue jay spied the garden spider. "Oh look," he said. "A spider." The blue jay swooped down in a glorious flash of blue and white and landed on the planter hook. He cocked his head this way and that, regarding the spider who was tucked neatly beneath the hook.
Then, without a word of regret or apology, the blue jay plucked the spider from his hiding spot and carried him off.
I like to think he thought the spider looked like the friendly sort and took him to his nest to play. I refuse to consider any other alternative.