Stalking the Fluttering Ribbon

A bright neon-yellow surveyor's ribbon was whipping frantically against the low wire mesh of the perimeter fence! Every time the security floodlight glanced across the corner, the shiny plastic flashed like a pair of darting golden eyes. I immediately flattened my belly into the damp gravel, tucking my foreclaws close to blend into the gray stones. I stalked forward millimeter by millimeter, waiting for the right moment. With a sudden explosive leap, I lunged upward and clamped the fluttering strip cleanly between my front teeth! It let out a sharp, crinkly pop. Realizing it was just a stubborn piece of plastic, I gave it two playful, vigorous tugs before letting it snap back into the shadows.