It started out innocently enough. Keep was just sunning himself on the hardwoods when I noticed his lip was rimmed in greenery. So I went in for a closer look...
Looks like those crazy Jacksonville yard leeches that stick to my pants and sneakers every time I go out.
Persistent buggers that sometimes survive the wash.
Thing is, Keeper doesn't appreciate fingers pointing at his face, among other idiosyncrasies...
...and retreated to his default. ATTACK. Thanks for the treat, you beast. I hope you live to reign terror upon us for at least another Halloween.
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poor little guy!
Poor me! Poor me!!