My wife and I found a walking stick one day this August. Actually it was half dead having fallen on the pavement from its perch high up on a pine tree.
We brought it home in the hope that it will survive its injuries and live long to populate our house plants again with a lot of its non-destructive insect tribe. Before I let it go (or rather before it eventually passed away), I had the pleasure of my senior life playing with it, setting it on a leaf here or a twig there, and taking photos.
A 9-Inch Pencil-Thick Beauty
First, I laid it down straight beside a foot rule to determine its length. From head to tail, it measured 9 inches.
Then to indicate how fat or slender it was, I held it on my palm along with a ballpen.
Then in succession, I put it on a number of my wife's plants not only to record how it looked but also to document some of the plants currently growing on our veranda.