Wry Zome B...

... The Front Path Monster.
He waits for the jingle of keys.., And his crossed eyes blink to life...
His chlorophyll lick can chill the blood.

And reminds you that you must buy a bulb for the big light in the porch.
(I was very busy when it was Hallowe'en, I'm making up for lost time!)

(It's funny what desperation for a blip can create in the minds eye).

I took quite a few snaps today, there was a big flying insect in the bushes, which needed more expert identification than I could muster.
It was so large I could either focus on long antennae or long body. Neither seemed very interesting without the other.

And now it's dark already.