I smell the blood of an Englishman,
Be he writhing in my web
I'll dissolve his flesh to make my nutritive enzymatic slurry."
(Shut up, meat-food. I've got 8 eyes and I'll have as many syllables in a line as I damn well like.)
(All joking aside, a spider that preferentially detects mosquitos laden with delicious blood?!?! Even in my capacity as a fungus, and admirer of parasitoid wasps, I hereby proclaim "Damn nature, you scary!")