At home, at last.
How many more days.
It is December, after all.
Winter bugs. I normally select bugs for exclusion from the house by either capturing them in a plastic cup and then slipping a colorful postcard of sunlit New Mexico over the open part, so as not to hurt the creature, or by just catching them in my hand if they seem not too delicate or homicidal. It is December, though. Not very nice out there -- especially at night. This insect has my permission to live on the window in the kitchen:
It is December. What do you expect?