I found this enormous creature on the gate yesterday. The body alone is a good couple of inches long and is easily as thick as my little finger. God knows what it is. It’s still lurking around on the gate today and I’m keeping a wary eye on it each time I pass it by on the way to the clothesline with my armloads of washing. It doesn’t seem particularly fast-moving and it’s obviously injured and missing a leg, but even so its sheer bulk makes me a tad nervous.
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