This afternoon, Juno was on the storm kitchen door, longingly looking outside from the window. He knows it’s still frigid outside. If he really wants to go outside, there’s enough of a gap in one corner between the door and the frame.
I offered a ride (a plastic measuring cup), he hopped on inside, back to the lemon tree in the kitchen where he lives.
This cute jumping spider jumped on my ankle while I was standing on the kitchen doorstep outside, looking down at the potted plants that were outside for some sun. I’m pretty sure this is Juno, saying hello.