A western Threadsnake. And, yes, that’s it’s fully grown size.
The tiny guy was found slithering on the tile in our hallway, but not getting anywhere fast. Threadsnakes usually live underground — this one must have squeezed it’s way through a crack in the floor and tile grout to find his way inside, so was likely very lost. After getting him to pose for a few pictures, he was gently released outside where he could find his way back underground.
I found this little guy wandering about outside. He’s probably waiting for the rain promised by the thunderstorm just North of us.
This little guy was found huddling against the inside of the garage door last night. We tried to convince him to go out on his own, but he was having none of it.
I guess I don’t blame him, the nights have been getting rather cool lately and I’m sure the garage was much warmer than it was outside. But it’s not safe for him to stay in there, so we resorted to carefully picking him up and relocating him elsewhere.
This photo is of Angela gently carying him across the yard. A lot easier said than done as he was in constant motion the entire time.
I’m not sure what this guy is, but it caught my eye. Hopefully it’s not a bad bug.
Went out onto the back porch to water the plants tonight and found this guy hanging out in the pot of Wandering Jew. He may not look it here, but he is not small. His body, tip of his nose to his hind legs, is about as long as my hand, finger tips to wrist. Even so, I didn’t see him until I started putting water into the pot. I’m not sure he appreciated the bath.
Bumbles bounce with anticipation when waiting for Santa.
Ornaments on the tree.
As mantis’ around here go, this guy was huge! He was about four inches long. Even so, it was difficult to get a good picture of him because he kept swiveling his head around to keep an eye on me and was lightly swaying in a non-existent breeze.
Saw this double rainbow today while on my way back home from running errands. The picture doesn’t do it justice. Every time I looked at it, it was even brighter than the time before — this, from the color-blind guy. I’m sure it looks even better to you.
Jayne Catt, Hero of the Office, getting his Mornin’ Lovin’s. No blood was drawn. So far.
Driving home Wednesday morning, when I turned onto our street, I found this guy sunning in the middle of the lane. Unfortunately, this is how a lot of them die, as people don’t see them, or worse, just don’t care. I got out of the car and escorted him across the road and into the brush to keep him safe. Hopefully he went on to find a safer place to bask in the warmth of the morning Sun.
I found this guy lounging on the back porch on Monday, just chilling in the corner. I made sure the dog left him alone and allowed him to stay as long as he needed to before he headed off to wherever it was he needed to go next.
We started our hike on a nearby desert mountain trail quite a bit later than usual, but the night was warm with a cool wind, and the remains of the sunset all that more dramatic with the lights on.
Storm clouds rolling up from the south.
The clouds lit up at sunset, as seen from our back yard this evening.
Nap-time in the Jayne-nasium, otherwise known as my office. Still half-wild while awake, but so damn cute while sleeping. (what you can’t see are the tips of his feet wiggling while he dreams)
The clouds regularly come in from the North, but bunch up at the mountains just above Carefree highway. Unless we’re in for a huge storm, they won’t continue into Phoenix, but will slide off to the East and follow the mountains South until finally breaking loose over Mesa. Its a real shame when they’re raining.
To help you get a sense of his scale, that wall he’s sitting next to is the 1.5-2 inch high edge of our back porch slab.
Found this guy on our back porch tonight. He’s just a bit larger than a quarter — perhaps the size of a half-dollar. We think he’s a trapdoor spider, but it’s unusual to see one out and about. They normally hide in their hole, behind a trapdoor, waiting to snatch prey as it passes by. So no telling how he ended up on our porch — perhaps something ran him out of his lair?
Here he is from another angle: 
This has one found a little thorny friend to protect it.
