Saturday, October 10, 2009

Susan's tormentor

This morning Susan was trimming up some of the house plants in preparation for winter. She brings them in off the porch and trims the yellowing or dead leafs and stalks. All of a sudden she started screaming like she was being chased by the devil or some of his worst minions so I jumped up to see what was the matter and she was pointing (from about 10 feet away) at the plant that she had been trimming.

The beast that "attacked" is shown below....................

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