Lydia awoke to the cat-sized rat sitting on her chest and staring at her. It tickled her face with its whiskers and nipped her nose before hopping down and gnawing on the jar of the caterpillars.
“Didn’t I just feed you?” she tried to scowl at the rat, but not for long. Shes stifled a fit of giggles when it gave up chewing on the lid and began pouncing and chasing the jar as it rolled away.
She snacked on more walnuts, tossed a few to the rat, and picked up the jar to get a better look at the passageway. She couldn’t hide here forever.