I think the Dingo can read my mind.
Or maybe I said “bug” under my breath when I saw it on the wall. Either way, she was on my heels:
Dingo: Where’s the bug?!
Me: Right there. Can you get it?
Dingo: *tries* It’s too high. *tries again* I can’t reach it.
Bug: *flips us the bird*
Me: *picks up the Dingo*
Dingo: *gets the bug, and eats it*