Notice the little back leg digging into poor Husband RJ's forearm. He's never quite succeeded in taking them out without some blood-letting.
After a bit of a struggle, our little buddies are ready to watch for birds at the feeder station. VeggieGirl came by to wash clothes and hang them on an impromptu clothesline strung between the grape arbor and our sturdy Japanese chestnut.
Summertime and the living is easy, as Janis Joplin used to croon.