Based on his body language and cool demeanor, I could tell this big guy meant business. We were lucky to have even found him since it's clearly evident, with that posture and pure swagger, he's the king of our backyard. And he let us know it too...between the scowls and free flowing testerone, we easily knew who was boss.

While we were admiring his strength and stamina, we suddenly noticed his little body perk up. He had saw something...Something that had entered his domain...a threat? He decided to investigate...

The threat came closer and they met eye to eye. It was like a repeat of Bad Day at Blackrock, minus the leather holsters and sidearm revolvers. He stopped to take it all in...

Not sure of the potential danger, he edged closer...

The creature was friendly enough, so he decided to let it live...for now...

With much terror, the fuzzy scaredy cat ambled off into the flowerbed, thankful to still be alive. Afterall, that was Godzilla's cousin, and it could have been worse...much, much worse.

A little perspective on the actual size of this little critter (C-dub's grubby fingers for reference). We didn't want to inspire any sort of panic in the community over his slimy dangerousness.