I wondered how a spider would taste.

Hairy, I suppose, wriggly too… with a soft centre.

It disappeared behind the tree.

A light mist had stolen its way into the scene, muffling the sound of my brother, sweaty, panting, crunching his way to the end of the hole with a shovel that was far from ideal.

I pondered my ability to drift off from the craziness of these circumstances to the bizarre thought of sucking on a spider.

I suppose in this case it had something to do with the utter lack of feeling for the person now being covered over by Pete.