Answer:
I'm not a pet with long floppy ears I just share their name when a ship disappears. What am I?
It has 8 arms and lots of ink but can't write a word.
In all the world, none can compare, to this tiny weaver, his deadly cloth so silky and fair.
Stealthy as a shadow in the dead of night, cunning but affectionate if given a bite. Never owned but often loved. At my sport considered cruel, but that's because you never know me at all.
I am a tiny insect that gives you sweet food. I live in a hive and have a painful sting. What am I?
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?