Years ago, when we were both young and struggling financially to bring our family up, I was cooking spag blog. A Daddy Long Legs flew into the kitchen and landed in the saucepan of boiling water with the spaghetti. I had no more in the cupboard to re-do so fished the now dead and boiled carcass out of the pan. I dished up and we were all happily eating when my husband (fussy eater) said "what's this?" and held up a Daddy Long Legs leg! I quickly took it from his hand and said "Oh, that's a piece of black cotton that was hanging off my cardigan".
. 40 odd years later and I still haven't told him 