His name is Sanford.
Sanford may have been living in our vegetable drawer since Friday. Or maybe Saturday. Or maybe just yesterday. Those are all of the days we visited the farmers market in the past week. I say Friday, because I found Sanford sleeping on the cauliflower which we picked up that day.
I sequestered Sanford in this glass container.
He napped while I cooked.
I like escargot, but I’m glad Sanford didn’t end up in the stir fry.
After dinner, we relocated Sanford to his new home. Prospect Park.
He was reluctant at first, but then made a break for it.
See ya later, Sanford.
