Answer:
I am lighter than air but a hundred people cannot lift me. Careful! I am fragile!
The more you have me the less you see. Shine a light on me and I shall flee.
I break away from my pack. I create holes in my victims. I can travel for miles and then disappear. I am part of a dying breed. What am I?
In all the world, none can compare, I am a tiny weaver; my deadly cloth so silky and fair. What am I?
What is harder to catch the faster you run?
No matter how little or how much you use me, you change me every month.