It takes a moment to sift the cacophony, but you focus in on the closest screeching. Crouched down... slowly... through the tall grass,, you find it. Perched on a tight and tiny chunk of agave, a growth that must've drifted out from the apartments' perimeter. Dark, almost black brown, legs buzzing. You sit gingerly, watching for a while. It stops. It starts again. The eyes are sharp, gnarled growths, polygonal. The mandibles grind gently, unwaveringly. And just like that, it leaps away.