1950s Hollywood called, they want their monster movie premise back.

This nifty dude was an absurdly outsized, but honestly very pleasant. I went out to collect my things from the laundry line and discovered him perched atop a damp cotton dress, just resting.

I love the color contrast.

He was nearly length of my hand – and I have big, sausagey manhands, so I’d say he was 6 inches, easily. Certainly large enough that he could take on one of the horrid mouse-sized roaches that live in my bafu, and perhaps even large enough that I should warn the smallest of the neighborhood children from getting too close. It’s the dry season. You never know how hungry he might be.

Creeping off into the sunset.