He was inside, and I carried him out. He clutched his dinner tightly all the way.
The legs are bristly, but the abdomen is soft and furry, almost pettable.
Checkered periwinkle on rockweed.
Wasp nest, with young. At Alaksen National Wildlife Research Centre.
Digger wasp. The roadside at Alasken was riddled with little holes, the nests of these green-eyed wasps.
Yes, it was an Orange-striped green anemone. It's grown up a bit, in just a few days.
And this one's for Hugh's collection. The family pet, abandoned in the park. Strathcona.
Painted ship upon a painted ocean. Semiahmoo Bay, from White Rock beach.
And, don't forget; the next Circus of the Spineless is coming up this weekend, here. Send your submissions to me by Sunday, please. (wanderinweeta AT gmail DOT com)