clive

Last night this little fellow - actually in the eyes of the Longhair and her apprentice this little fellow assumes the proportions of a giant - sleathily appeared on my desk scaring the living daylights out of me. I gently scooped him into a dustpan and tossed him into the rose garden - I could hear the tips of his legs scraping against the pan as he tried to scrabble up and out, not as cringeworthy as nails on a blackboard but getting close! This morning Clive appeared once again on our … [Read more...] about We called him Clive