Loud Whispers

We can hear her heels clicking on the hardwood fasterfaster down the hallway.
We jump into our beds, squealing, pull the covers uparoundus.
The door
                e x p l o d e s open
and we cover our mouths, muffling laughter.
She
    strides
        into
            the
                dark
                    room,
looking for offenders of the curfew.
As she gets closer we realize with horror that weLEFTtheJARout(!)
It is sitting
                     in
                     the
                     middle
                     of
                     the
                     floor,
crawling
with spiders, grasshoppers and slugs. Our afternoon discoveries. Another step and she k i c k s it.
Steel toe in glass. The ecosystem escaping onto dusty pantyhose.