Gram for gram, this guy falls into the “No shit, Sherlock!” category of monster. I was perfectly happy to outweigh him by three-plus orders of magnitude.
We have a bay window over the kitchen sink. I was washing a dish and saw this guy walking across the glass on top, thought it was a mouse or one of the local bats that might have gotten injured. Went out to investigate and found him hanging onto the stucco above my head by the porch light.
Beautiful beyond a doubt, but scale him up by a factor 100 and he would eat his neighbors in a heartbeat. Faster, meaner, and utterly ruthless.
I’m thinking the area around the light is the happy hunting ground for this guy with all of the moths and other bugs to serve as prey. Which in turn makes me wonder why I haven’t seen any of his species around there before.
Where did you come from, big guy? Looking for a long lost relative? Or are you just all growed up, with a tan?
This morning it was sitting out on the lawn, sunning itself, bold as brass.
I know it (and probably other members of its sick cult) live under the house since I’ve seen it hopping in through a small hole in the screen over the ventilation hole.
Don’t let that Disney propaganda film about Bambi and Thumper fool you. This little bugger’s evil all the way to the core of its hassenpfeffer-on-the-hoof being.
Never a coyote around when you need one!
(Note #1 – actually, it would seem that hawks and owls are a much bigger threat than coyotes in this area. At least, I see plenty of scrawny, skinny coyotes, while the owls and hawks are getting large. When you come out and find an explosion of fur everywhere around the yard, you know that an owl caught a rabbit dinner like death from the skies!)
(Note #2 – The issue with fixing the hole is that it needs to be done from the inside to be hold, and this particular spot is in the spot that’s just about diametrically opposed to the teeny, tiny human access hole at the back of the other end of the house. So once I get in there I have a very long, claustrophobic crawl through a maze of support structures in about a ten to twelve inch high crawlspace to get to that screen, dragging tools and a light, then I have to fix the screen, then I have to drag it all back out, then I have to get out like a Cirque de Soleil contortionist… It’s so much easier to just let the rabbits live there for now. When the skunks move in it will be a different story.)
Cabo San Lucas, Mexico
(I could be the one hanging under that parachute. You could be the one laughing your ass off on the boat towing it. Or vice versa. We would both have large, fruity alcoholic beverages. It would be warm.)
I hope it was a soft landing.
(Richard Attenborough narrates: “It was not a soft landing.”)
Echo Lake, Vermont
(Eleven years and two days ago. Why am I here and not there?)
(A happy place in a happy city. Thinking of Canada tonight, for reasons.)
First Landing State Park, Virginia
(I have SUCH a weird, funny, off beat story to tell today that’s just the essence of what the last few weeks have been like – and I’m too freaking tired to even start telling it. Which is also the essence of what the last few weeks have been like.)