I was headed out The Shack’s back door to bask in the 110 degree heat index, when my hand closed around something large, wiggly, and with many legs.
Neighbors probably thought someone got murdered in The Shack, so they put down their knitting and shook their heads at their spouse saying, “It was only a matter of time…”
Shacks get a bad rap.
(can you see the turkey farm?)
But it really wasn’t a 300 lb spider that my brain told me it was.
In fact, it was just our friend Twiggy, the stick bug.
Since our initial spotting of Twiggy, we have seen him roam around the property, popping up here and there.
Until recently, that is.
We haven’t seen him in about a week and have come to the conclusion that a dog is playing catch with him. You had a good run, Twiggy. And so did that dog..after he caught you.