The dry is good for something.
It's so funny watching them come out of their holes.
Up, up, down. Up, down. Up, up, up, down.
I can't imagine spending your entire life waiting for something to kill you.
And, any idea who's hair this would be?
Those are eucalyptus leaves if that gives you a length reference. Very coarse. Pretty long. Not dog hair. I thought skunk, but the pile looked newly in place and there was no olfactory evidence of something taking a hunk out of a skunk. Maybe skunks argue with each other without use of the defense?
Odd things happen at night in the wilds of Santa Clara.