Surveillance

At first glance, it was a stumpy dark gnome-like creature, but she blinked and turned her head, and it was just a squirrel sitting up on its little haunches.  It sniffed in alarm and scampered away.

Retrieving her wheelbarrow, she startled just a bit at the gigantic insect peering at her over the front edge, chuckling to herself when she realized it was just a clump of dirt, leaves, and pine needles. She turned away to lift the first feed sack into the wheelbarrow, and the “insect” was gone.

“That was a close one” the ‘insect’ hissed to the ‘squirrel’.