The dog’s treat lies on the floor, forgotten. JJ circles the piano, pausing to poke his nose between the boxes underneath it. He rushes to the front of the piano and crawls underneath the piano bench.
“What is it JJ? What at you looking for? I cry”. I’m worried we have a mouse in the house or worse a rat. Without a sound, he cautiously backs out and hurries to the other end of the piano. He wraps electrical cords around himself and I untangle him. Then he dives between two boxes, furiously shoving.
Benny appears and notices the forgotten treat on the carpet. He grabs it and drops down to enjoy his ill gotten gain.
JJ pulls a squirming object out. He chomps on it. It’s too small for a mouse. Suddenly he spits out a huge brown spider, but it’s not dead yet. He picks it up again and chomps more. JJ spits it out again. He checks for signs of life. None.
He walks to the spot where he dropped his treat. Benny chews contently only a few feet away. JJ glares and Benny sheepishly drops the treat.
I attempt to pick up the dead spider without getting too close to it. I locate a fly swatter to scoop it up and deposit outside. Don’t care if it’s dead, I shudder thinking of being under the same roof with it. Big spiders creep me out, dead or alive. JJ just likes them dead.