Have Silk, Will Shoot Poem by Ima Ryma

A gnaphosid, ground spider, I
Don't spin a web the normal way.
Don't want to sit around is why.
I actively hunt for my prey.
With larger silk producing glands,
I shoot the silk out through the air,
Aiming at prey, and when silk lands,
The prey can't move and is stuck there.
This is efficient strategy,
Leaving the prey without defense,
With fate to be eaten by me,
A nature thing that just makes sense.

Humans copy this shooting plan.
One copy cat is Spider Man!