Bella, as you know, is a Mighty Hunter. She catches mice and waterbugs and she leaps into the air after flies. She just KNOWS she could grab those birds if the window glass would only dissolve.
This morning I spotted a tiny bug crawling on the floor. A spider, I wondered? An ant? Or something to worry about — a tick, a bedbug? Before I could go check, Bella spotted it too. Slinking over, she peered down on it, sniffing, following its movements. She leaned in closer, ever closer.
Then she stuck out her tongue, slurped it up, and ate it.
Whatever it was, that particular one won’t be making any more of them.
Right now she’s curled up, sleeping it off. Thank you, Mighty Hunter.