unwanted garden guest

"Mary, Mary quite contrary how does your garden grow?"

Well, with lots of this Jamaican sunshine

 and a cheerful little helper who's chore is to water them.

Want to meet my {cheerful} little helper?

 Well, mama and Brynlee were watering some of our flowers

 and were greeted with a little BIG surprise.

I've learned to live with the truckload of lizards that zip in and out among the leaves.

I even talk to them and name them....well the little ones that is.

And I even help catch the little baby frogs
 so my girls can oh and ah over their tiny features.

The snails...ek...they're snails and I don't like them and each one I meet is so deceased.

 But this feller is unwanted in my garden.

Can you see him?

I didn't see him myself until we poured water and he wiggled.

I calmly calmed for the girls to come see.

Ok, I screamed  and jumped around on the veranda till they came running.

He was big.

As carefully and closely as I dared I measured him to my hand,

 his body was as big as my palm and fingers!

Alexis said, "Mama, can I poke the plant with a stick?"

I said {with wild-eyes}, "You do, he jumps out, and I'll jump through the bars on the windows!"

Alexis turns to Moriah and whispered, "I'd like to see that."

Wonder what bothers me worse.  Seeing this unwanted visitor on my porch or seeing him not there the next morning!