"Patience, Iago..."

Seems like every time I turn my back on the garden, another one of these infernal leaf spiders takes up residence, usually in the most inconvenient places. Spidey may think he's well hidden in his curled-up leaf, but he's not fooling anybody.

I swear they do it to annoy me. Or maybe I just didn't receive the memo notifying me that my garden was the venue for a national spider convention.