I was trying out a new light - actually an old one found hibernating in the loft yesterday - and it must have worked pretty well, because I spotted this little guy early this morning:
He was a willing enough model. After putting away my camera camera (which I started carrying after being stuck with a phone camera for
an encounter with a pair of runaways last month), I went back to check on his progress. When he wasn't immediately visible, I became horrified that I had rewarded his patience by squashing him. Fortunately not. So I helped him across the road, which must seem like an ocean of tarmac on that scale. He wee’d* on my cycling glove, possibly in gratitude.
It reminded me of another King Kong encounter:
I don't recall the circumstances, though that looks like a gardening glove.
Also not spotted today, but since I can’t go back in time, meet someone who turned out not to be a vine:
It almost looks like we have the makings of a food chain.
* Past tense of wee is woe, according to one wag on the web