I'm pulling some junk mail out of the letterbox, and heard an odd skittering sound. There's no easy way to look up inside it, so I poked my camera in and took a shot to see what was in there. And it was this...
The biggie on the right is a huntsman, and not sure what the little one on the left is. The web is full of dead termites.
― When two tribes go to war, he always gets picked last (James Morrison), Tuesday, 20 October 2009 22:07 (fifteen years ago)