|Here he is right at my feet.|
I had to chase this little guy out of the grass in the yard again. And he is not very scared of me. I can get right up to him, less than an arm length away--and he just looks at me as if to say, "What's up? Is there a problem? Everything seems fine to me here in the tall, rich, tasty grass. You want me to go? Are you kidding??? Why???"