Not As Picky As I Thought She Was

If I was hungry I would devour that creepy thing I think. It is something tasty that crawled out of my sink You don’t even know what it is my friend says. She is persnickety and picky, my pal Inez. Look at its legs, I reply. They look tickly tasty. Not so fast! Says the crawler. Let’s not be hasty! Inez says “I never eat food that speaks to me.” “I will make an exception,” I say, “That thing is free.” Inez is not as choosy as I thought that she was. I begin bathing the sink creature, fluffing his fuzz. "Wait!" the crawly thing says. “That brush is too short for me!” The second I stop, he scuttles down the drain to flee.