Sunday afternoon, all is calm and sunny, then DH hollers from the garage *Honey~I got you something*! My mind raced ~ Flowers? Chocolates? Silk? Noooo, I turned from my monitor and he offered up this cute 'lil guy! He was so pretty, about the size of a slice of white bread, but what looong claws he has. Looks like he's a bit of a scrapper 'cause there's a chunk missing from his underside. No fear, he's been returned to his pond to rejoin his like-minded slow pokes, let's hope stays out of the road this time and behaves himself:) This rescue behavior is typical of my very sweet and gentle DH, who only once very quietly admitted *I like most animals more... than most people*. Sounds like a man who truly knows himself, don't you think?
Has your DH ever brought something home that was a little different?