Satan is back on duty - thank god!
The mice have figured out every single device we could come up with to catch them, so Satan's return is just in time to prevent a plague of the little bastards. They were so thick and blase this year that G-man was able to catch one behind the curtain with his bare hand.
Satan has taken up a top spot under a bench on the verandah, coiled up against the glass. He must have shed recently (they like to do it on the dry wood of the verandah or the rafters under the house) because his exquisite skin is bright, shimmering iridescent green, blue and copper. Being able to get up that close to him on the other side of the glass is amazing - his whole body is one long sinuous jeweled and tooled work of beauty.
We've had the long dry days and cool nights, jasmine, wattle and citrus blossom, but it's not really spring until Satan is back, curled up like a cat in the sunny patch on the verandah.