Encounter

It's on the arm of the wicker chair. I'm on the seat of the wicker chair. We both cannot occupy the same space. It is not allowed. I run in to get the camera, take many many photos, and then gently encourage it to move elsewhere, hoping that it doesn't counter by climbing up my leg while I'm finishing my book.

I think it's amazingly beautiful. The hairiness and the green aren't really visible face-to-face. For one thing, it moves too much. For another, I am not exactly relaxed enough to settle into admiration. I'm pleased to have the images to marvel over, and I'm sure it's relieved to be rid of the monster that was in pursuit.