One never knows when a certain editor might start to crack a dare, so it’s good never let one’s guard down. But there I was on Saturday morning—just sitting on a bench outside our cottage, enjoying the warm breeze as it wafted through the palms. I was watching tiny geckos, snapping a few pictures, and trying to track down what I was pretty sure were parrots or parakeets.
Minding my own business, mind you, without a dare care in the world. But when I went inside to brew some tea, that’s when it happened.
What happened, you ask? It’s big. It’s terrible. It might be fun. But I’m going to need help. Follow me over to Tweetspeak Poetry to find out what the deal is. Hint: They’re at it again.
I didn’t see this little dude until after I downloaded the photo 🙂