Popped

It was a child's balloon, made of foil, full of what I assumed was helium, although considering how low to the ground it was floating, it was probably now full of a mix of helium and other gases.

I would have grabbed it, but that would have required me to move out of my hiding spot.

Instead, I stayed still, watching as it caught the light, until the creature approached, poking at it with a claw, popping it somewhat gingerly.

I stayed perfectly still, scared out of my mind.

Turned out that I popped much less pleasantly than the balloon.