Tony, the Two-Legged Tarantula

Tonight's entry is courtesy of a prompt from The One-Minute Writer: Write a brief bit of fiction from the point of view of an animal.

Tony the two-legged tarantula hadn't eaten in days. Moths weren't usually his first choice for a meal—they tended to be a bit dry. But he was desperate. He opened his mouth wide, belched gastric juices, clamped down, and masticated the wings, the thorax, the head, until the only thing remaining was a scrawny leg, dangling from the corner of Tony's mouth.

Ok, and that actually took me a minute and twenty seconds—I can't type fast enough! Oh, crap—I just realized it wasn't from Tony's point of view! Oh, well...