Monday, January 14, 2013


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).