A thrust of the trident gave the quietus to the vanquished foe.
The Epeira acts in like fashion, with this advantage, that she is able to renew her armful of fetters.

Should the first not suffice, a second instantly follows and another and yet another, until the reserves of silk become exhausted.
When all movement ceases under the snowy winding-sheet, the Spider goes up to her bound prisoner.

She has a better weapon than the bestiarius' trident: she has her poison-fangs.

She gnaws at the Locust, without undue persistence, and then withdraws, leaving the torpid patient to pine away.
These lavished, far-flung ribbons threaten to exhaust the factory; it would be much more economical to resort to the method of the spool; but, to turn the machine, the Spider would have to go up to it and work it with her leg.

This is too risky; and hence the continuous spray of silk, at a safe distance.