She is accepted, without hesitation.

The moment that the Fly comes within reach, the watchful Devilkin turns her head, bends the stalk of her corselet slantwise and, flinging out her fore-limb, harpoons the Fly and grips her between her two saws.

No Cat pouncing upon a Mouse could be quicker.
The game, however small, is enough for a meal.

It is enough for the whole day, often for several days.

This is my first surprise: the extreme abstemiousness of these fiercely-armed insects.