I'm gonna be a real man here and just admit it: when I saw this thing, I was scared. Not like pee-my-pants scared, but like afraid-to-run-down-narrow-walkway-next-to-this-thing scared.

Yes that's right. I come home one day (this summer) and this thing is on the wall next to my door. Ok, it's just a bug right? Wrong. This thing had the wing span of a small eagle! So maybe more like 4.5 inches, but still. I had to cover the side of my face when I walked by because I didn't want it freaking out and flying in my face. I mean, if it did, let's be serious. What could I do? Run and scream like a little girl? Actually yes, that's all I could really do.

Luckily, after getting some courage together, it was nice enough to allow me to take some pretty nice close-ups of it without budging. And this thing was there all day. I should have named him, but alas, now it is too late.