Helloooooooo!

Oh, my! Even as I am posting this, I am creeped out! George went out to do some work in the yard when he called me out there. Thinking, "I am never going to get done with my laundry room if I keep going outside," I went anyway and there he showed me a bush--a bush, I say. But upon further examination, I saw what he was looking at and what was looking at him! Yikes! Everywhere George went, it was watching him. Finally, when we moved away, it slithered off somewhere only to be found in another exciting place, I'm sure. I'm not telling Amy about this--she is so creeped out about all the creepy, crawley things in Florida! Hah!