Sasha, Salem, and I are sitting in the living room window admiring the various wildlife outside when we all spy a small cricket at the same time. Ah, nature. It’s a beautiful thing.
Salem points a paw at it and says, “Oh, I could have that eaten in one second.”
I roll my eyes, “Sure you could, it’s tiny.”
Irked, he gestures to a larger grasshopper sitting on the deck, “I could eat that, too,” then he grins, “all in one bite!”
We all look at the grasshopper in wonder, sitting in the golden sunlight, its green legs tapping the deck. Out of nowhere, a large hairy brown spider, the size of a human’s skull, rips the grasshopper’s head off and devours it whole.
My eyes pop out. Sasha faints.
Salem gulps, “I think I need to go clean my stick toy now.”
If we ever get the urge to view animals in the wild again, we will turn on the T.V. and watch Pets of The Real Housewives.