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 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.
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.
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.
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.
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?