She Has Work to Do
She has work to do, establishing Her anchor threads, her frame threads, Even her bridge thread and all her radii, Hub to be ready by dawn, herself resting --
All-powerful, so far as any lacewing can See. Seeking out the ripest berries, she Works not to eat drupelets, but entirely to Offer them as bait to fruit flies and their ilk.
Right away along comes another Killer, a ladybird beetle, seeking the berries Too, and for the same reason. He's caught, Offers resistance, is overwhelmed, rolled up,
Done. Whatever comes in, if protein, her Ovum will accept. Death it is brings life.