an incident to report

I know that I am not the most observant chip in the order of fries sometimes, but this one takes the cake:

oh.my.word.

how did I not notice him the whole 25 minute drive in to work?  sick.wrong.gross.gag.squeel.get.it.out.of.my.car

I only saw him, for the first time, as I was parking, once I had already arrived at work, but you can be sure that I had my eyes glued to him, using my super duper peripheral vision all the stinking way home

and is it just me or does it look like he is now, also, trying to go into my house?

one of the many reasons I do not live alone