Particularly good observation, I think:
Virginia, this morning, I spy from the corner of my eye; V is hunting in the wild tupperware drawer. She self-narrates: “The female of the species stares at the drawer, hoping a wayward lid will meander to its (bottom) mate. Finding them near by makes her job easier. No luck.” She paused, taut. Her hand darted out fast as a cheetah. She had her prey.