There I was, minding my own business, taking the land shark out to relieve himself, when I saw this. What the holy heck???
The photo doesn’t do it justice, really. It’s about four inches long, not counting the antennae.
And I’m almost certain that after I snapped the picture it gave me the finger. Or the segmented exoskeleton leg. Or whatever biblical pestilences have.
Oh, and it growled at me, too. I think. I’m pretty sure.
Adventures in Date Night 
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