I spent about 5 hours in my garden, digging out bushes, planting new bushes, digging out perennials, planting new perennials...well, you get the picture. I haven't been too, too happy with my front yard since I moved in, and this is the weekend that I'm fixing that.
The first thing I wanted to do was prune some holly bushes that had gotten wildly out of control. But, just as I was about to start on the first bush, I saw this guy curled up on a branch:
I screamed, jumped, and proceeded to whack the bush with my rake in hopes of getting it to move. It did, but I'm not sure where it went, so I was on high alert the rest of the day.