"Mindless." Zaida said to herself as she hid up in the shadows of a tree and looked down at the drones. They were hardly worth her time for they acted on instinct and therefore predictable. She knew that they would come running to her--like a moth to the flame. For down below her nestled a complex network of interwoven silk threads. Each strand meshing into the next to form an almost invisible net of sticky lace. Once the drones made there way into her trap she would ensnare them all. However, just in case this didn't work she had several backup methods.