I'm wondering how a lone (I hope!!) leaf cutter ant found his way into the house during today's rainstorm.
But he wasn't alone. I found this beautiful grasshopper-type guy in a folded tablecloth on the patio.
It turns out he had quite a grip and it took a flick of the dustpan to convince him to move on.
I didn't give ol' leaf cutter the option. I'm becoming quite merciless. The rules are quite simple. If they bite, they die. If they're not biters, they are still food for creepy crawlies that do bite, so they have to move on or die.
I found out too late that my husband gave this scorpion
a second chance by releasing him in a grassy area about a hundred feet from the house. If he shows up again, he will meet with a harsher fate.
Pura Vida
