I opened the door and this is what I found:
In Cali this cool, grasshopper, ant, wasp butt, alien, looking critter is nicknamed potato bug, but it's common name is Jerusalem cricket. FYI it's not really a cricket. This "little" insect was making all the noise. Mr. L relocated the uninvited guest to the flower bed where it could be more comfortable digging in the dirt.
This is my favorite insect - obviously, why else would I be blogging about it. I like it's legs the best, they are specifically designed to allow the bug to dig for food.
20 minutes later I hear the screach, screach noise again. I look over at the front door and Fat Boy is peering out the side window.
I open the door (again) and it was back! I'm assuming it wasn't too happy about having to trek all the way back after rudely being dumped into the flower bed. I ran for my camera (again) so I could take another photo, this time with a quarter to show how big it is. It decided that since it had shown up twice for a pop in visit and I kept taking photos, it was going to come in!
I shooed Fat Boy into the kitchen and let our guest admire the terrazzo tile and house plants in the entryway before escorting him into a safe container (Fat Boy was getting that let me eat it look) and let it take an unguided tour of a different section of the flower bed.
I named it George...