It's that time again, and they're back...

Every year about now, I have to coax two or three of these little guys onto the bristles of my kitchen broom, so that I can give them a ride back outside. I don't like the idea of them dying in the house, because they're so cute, and they do belong outdoors. And they can actually move around upside down on the ceiling quite quickly. They can also hop over a foot high off the floor, and of course fly. So they're quite mobile. Rounding one up and herding it outside isn't always easy. They're like my first wife: one word from me, and they do what they like!