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.