I love visitors.
We often refer to our home as a “bed and breakfast” because our doors are always open, and guests are always welcomed (and hubby makes a mean breakfast too!).
But last week when I opened the door to step outside, this little guy decided to come in.
under a piece of furniture in the corner of our great room.
What to do?
I grabbed hubby’s back scratcher to get him to move…
Then – once in view – I had to grab the camera! (He was so obliging to pose.)
After our little photo shoot, I rustled up a red solo cup to capture this little visitor…
I squirmed while he hopped inside the cup, and I tried to figure out how I was going to get him out.
A little index card and a scurry to the door to set him free…
Oh the things we find beneath our feet some days!
Cheers & Hugs,