This one saw me coming. I was eyeing up a particularly juicy looking fly that I didn’t think belonged to anyone and well, it was hers.
That is an orb weaver spider called a Furrow Spider, Larinioides cornutus. An orb web is just a flat (normal) one spun between vegetation. The pile of garbage that she is being so possessive about is actually a shelter made of vegetable and animal matter that she has constructed to hide beneath when she feels threatened.
She didn’t feel threatened by me, nothing ever does.
A Tramp in the Woods 