Sometimes you find little creatures crawling on you and even though you’ve been camping, you still wonder when they got on you.  This one appears to be a baby member of the Walking Stick family.  I found this walking on my shoulder when Mr. Muse and I were heading out for a day of fun in the Dells.  I got the little bit to crawl onto my finger where Mr. Muse snapped this photo and then I hurried out to the tall grasses and release it back into the wild.  It scurried up the stem of a Queen Anne’s Lace and that was that.  Nature is pretty damn cool.