If only I knew what it was.
It might have been a cricket. It might have been a cockroach. Or a lizard. It might have been a dinosaur post-bonsai treatment (I live near the La Brea Tar Pits.) Nessie might have had babies. It might have been a young alligator, having lost track of the Amazon river. Or possibly a dragon, punching a hole from myth into reality – my reality. It could have been a snake, sprouting legs and developing the ability to scuttle. Maybe a gigantic flea…or a tiny komodo dragon.
You see, Aubrey wasn't wearing her glasses, so the point I'm trying to make is that I couldn't see what it was. But then not knowing what something is can also mean that it can be anything. So maybe it wasn't so horrible.
It's too bad that didn't occur to me at the time. Because what I did do was scream and walk the rest of the way home in the street.