Now, it got me to wondering what the heck that little guy was doing in my salt shaker. What drew him in? How did he even squeeze through those tiny holes in the top? Was he terribly hungry or thirsty?
So after talking him into saying "cheese" for the camera, I took him to the back yard, convinced him to crawl on a butter knife, and set him free in the grass. Wondering what I did with the salt? I threw it out of course. I'm apt to be paranoid and I know there was some spider poo in there for sure!
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