obviously, it was this guy:
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Mish and Lucy got out of their enclosure and made a beeline
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Reminded me of Riding the Rays (1992?) by Douglas Adams:
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“where am I going / where am I from / waiting for a train that will / never come”
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Imagine how low-speed the chase would have been if it had been a turtle instead.
(Which unfortunately is not funny because a turtle on a runway led to a fatal crash recently.)
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We have pigeons who ride the subway in Toronto, so you never know …
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If there’s a bird bath in the yard, you might get a baby raccoon hot tub party, and the cuteness of that is just over the top.
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Sadly, that also attracts rats, so I haven’t put one out.
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#8 involves a wee pupper playing with some, as Mine Host brilliantly termed them, Goth Corgis.
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Pointy ears; check. Pointy snouts; check. So far they seem like corgis … no tails; no check; they must be a rare variety of tailed corgis.
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I grew up with them, and the general rule we just let them be. That’s not to say I haven’t completely freaked out when a big one walked across the inside of the driver’s window when I was driving.
I don’t see nearly as many of them here in Brisbane as I did in Melbourne, but that’s ok. Summer here means a garden full of tent spiders and they are gorgeous, if you don’t mind the occasional hand-waving freak dance when you’ve walked through a web.
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There was a singlet for that:
arachnidiot (ar ak NI di ot) - n. A person, who, having wandered into an “invisible” spider web begins gyrating and flailing about wildly.
P.S. I saw “huntsman” up above & thought , “oh, something like a harvestman?” (aka, “Daddy long-legs”) Then I saw the picture and about ran out of the room, all the way from here…
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