Speaking of recluse individuals, when we first moved in I remember Husbandman telling me I was crazy because I was
And he turned out to be a really awesome crotchety grumpy old man with a heart of gold, like an old man from a Disney film. Still with all there awesomeness I just barely confirmed her name this week. I've seen her a total of exactly two times this whole year (she has curtains).
I'm suddenly realizing I need to get out of the house more.
Actually no I don't. I just need a telephoto lens.