when you are going out to check on the pregnant donkey at all hours of the night or when you generally get home from work at 2:30am....
I met one of these fellows trying to come into my house tonight, I nearly tripped over myself trying not to step on him....
These photos are of a specimen I met in the woods a couple of years ago, but my late night visitor looked just like him. I don't know how big they can get, but this one and the one I nearly squished were both 8-10 inches long. I politely directed my would-be squatter over to the firewood pile. An accommodation that I think both of us will be happier with then if he were crawling around on my floors and hiding under the couch. While I was rather notorious for bringing home odd creatures when I was a kid, I have found that I prefer my pets to be of the warm, fuzzy variety. Fortunately, he (or she, I have no idea which) agreed and didn't require much persuasion to relocate.

