The Pony sent me a couple pictures on Wednesday, while on his route. One was a hole in the ground. Not very exciting, unless it's silently waiting to slurp up a foot and break a leg.
This hole looks like it had evil intent.
Also, another photo from the route:
"Dive bombed by a caterpillar. Just walking under a tree, and then PLOP."
That might be a caterpillar. It looks very close to an inchworm to me:
So dainty and neon and smooth. You know what they say about an inchworm that crawls on you. It's measuring you for new clothes. Like the ones The Pony got last week:
"My uniform stuff came in. Got some new pants that are gonna need hemmed."
The Pony didn't mis-order. ALL the pants come that way. You can't select a length.
The Pony might be a regular now, with a 40-hour-week. But something tells me that inchworm could be working overtime.