Yesterday, after I saw the tiny dude from the previous post, I went walking around the back yard and spotted another tiny dude.
This guy was not nearly as calm as the first one, skittering and running like hell when I was still twenty feet or more away.
He got off of the grass and onto the dirt very quickly, letting his natural camaflouge work for him.
If I hadn’t seen him skitter over there, I’m not sure I would have noticed him as I walked by if he didn’t move.
He only waited a few seconds before moving to make his escape over the edge and down the hill, even though I had frozen.
Not sure why he thought I was such a threat. I think it has something to do with the “popcorn” title and the idea that everything and everyone is trying to eat you.
And there he goes, just the tip of his tail left! Total time of the encounter, from first picture to last? Twenty-eight seconds.
Tomorrow, with luck, an adventure!
As many times as I’ve talked about going up the coast about 150 miles to Vandenberg to see a launch, it’s never quite worked out. But tomorrow, the final Delta IV Heavy launches from the west coast (there are two more scheduled from Florida before the rocket is discontinued and replaced with the Vulcan rocket) and my schedule is otherwise clear. No super critical work deadlines, no more Wing activities for the CAF, no travel, no Chiefs game – “no obligations.”
So, footloose & fancy free, I plan to wander up the coast to Lompoc, see if I can find a wide spot off of the road near the base entrance or on the beach if it’s open and not foggy, and watch a really freakin’ big rocket take off.
I’ll let you know how it goes…
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