I once had a beagle that was a voracious insect killer. She would play with spiders, cockroaches, ants, etc. the same way people talk about cats playing with mice. Eventually, she would always make a mistake of pressing too hard when trapping the insect and pulling it back, and we’d have another little squish spot by the back door that needed to be cleaned.
That was a great movie, and I had forgotten about it until now. Thanks for the memory jog.