She has a round little face and sleepy eyes which belie the fact that she’s a demon of a huntress – I should have named her Artemis after the Greek goddess. No butterfly is safe. No lizard awakening to spring sunshine can get away fast enough. I spend a lot of time supervising her antics, and am rather relieved when I can finally shut her and her siblings up for the night.
This little one has a thing for Ron and follows him everywhere, much to Raki’s skinny-eyed disgust.
They are both very affectionate, come at once when called and are so full of life that it’s an awful time waster to be around them. Delightful!
Notice how well camouflaged they are in sand and rocks.