While we were away in Tasmania I left my Ultimate Sandbag in the living room at home. Norman here decided to take up residence. I don't blame him. There were three solid uninterrupted weeks there.
If I'm honest, he likely had a few weeks before we left that the sandbag wasn't getting used...so he had some time to get comfortable.
So you can well imagine our shared fright when I suddenly picked up the sandbag again and he most unceremoniously fell out and on to my foot.
Poor Norman. He darted under the couch to get his bearings. I yelped, but realized quickly that he was only a Huntsman, and not scary.
I caught him and released him. The last we saw of Norman, he was scampering up the garage wall.
I caught him and released him. The last we saw of Norman, he was scampering up the garage wall.
Sorry buddy, only one of us gets to live in the house.
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