Yesterday evening, Alan and I were out in the garden (smashing cucumber beetles!). I turned to walk away from him and he told me to stop ... said that I had something on my, uhhhh, bummmm. With his gloved hand, he picked this fella off of my pants.
Remember my run-in with the puss moth caterpillar? Same type of thing.... ouchy-wa-wa!!
Alan ... my HERO!
Oh, and I got stung on the arm yesterday by a yellow jacket wasp. Ouch! That SMARTS!