Was doing some busywork this afternoon — clearing away spiderwebs and pulling up weeds that grow between the seams in the sidewalk. Came inside to make a little peach tart, when it occurred to me that there was something on my glasses. Thought it was a segment of bermudagrass that perhaps had fallen out of my hair and onto my frames. Was about to flick it away and then realized that grass was really a green walkingstick. Put him safely outside in one of the pots out on the deck, where he curled gracefully into the oregano.
Walkingsticks are common here on the mountain and seem to be attracted to our windows and doors. This one spent almost the entire day on the front door.
This walkingstick made the 15-mile trip from Ferndale to the office, hanging onto the wing mirror even at highway speeds.
Epilogue: The walkingstick stayed on the wing mirror all day. While on the commute home, he crawled up the passenger side window to the roof. Never saw him again.