There certainly seemed to be a snake-like shape somewhere in that drawer, the rattle only growing louder when the attack closes in. But that dark serpentine shape dissipates when claws strike and sink in, the shape losing form, spreading outward, the rattle replaced by chittering...

A swarm of spiders and cockroaches seethe and scurry from the drawer, up onto the desk, onto the floor, up Kaz's feline arms. And they just keep coming, pouring from that shattered drawer in waves.