Yesterday evening, the neighborhood Master Naturalist borrowed my communication device to take this photo. This fellow was crossing the county road, undoubtedly on his way to visit a lady. Always a gentleman, he will tap the ground outside her borrow with his foot, awaiting her response. If she is unimpressed with this potential suitor, she’ll most likely ignore his polite knocking. If she dislikes him, she’ll come out and beat him up or possibly kill him. So he anxiously awaits from her a friendly response, tapping his foot and hoping for the best.
Made my annual sighting of a tarantula today as it crossed the county road just out of the hollow.