So this thing showed up on my porch chair. I invited it in.
It seemed harmless enough...
it just made itself right at home.
Really at home. It has no manners at all.
Its a nosy parker,
fancies itself a literary critic,
and is a total couch hog.
David gave it a comeuppance.
But they have since made up their differences.
Which is good, because it looks as if it means to stay for quite a while.