Here's the photo from this weekend's long run:
It's a fucking CRAWFISH. Waddling its merry little lobster-ass along the sidewalk I was running on. At first I thought it was a scorpion, even though we really don't see a lot of those here. Then again, we really don't see a lot of crawfish, either. I'm thinking he was exceedingly lost.
He thought he was pretty badass, too. I thought he'd scuttle away, but the second I stopped to take his picture, he was all up in his little judo-chop position, ready to kick my ass. I didn't tell him that I ate several of his siblings for dinner about two days before.
Told you I see strange stuff on my runs.