|Creekside, a castaway is improvising,|
|... collecting useful doodads...|
|... and close to making a new friend?|
Perhaps this is base camp for a hunter of the Medlock Mossworm, aye, the one with green fur and mushrooms hanging from its sides like barnacles and a roar like firecrackers? The one that uproots trees and knocks out power as it wends through the neighborhood?
|A most rare vision: breaching behavior of the Medlock mossworm (Bryocostis medlockii).|