Diggin' Around In The Dirt Today . . .

[🪦 Crash ●]

<img src=\"http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q309/CrashCunningham/Fossil/Dirt.jpg\" border=\"0\" class=\"linked-image\" />It measured about 6 inches long. I carefully took it back to the laband cleaned it up a bit to get a better look.<img src=\"http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q309/CrashCunningham/Fossil/SideB.jpg\" border=\"0\" class=\"linked-image\" /><img src=\"http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q309/CrashCunningham/Fossil/SideA.jpg\" border=\"0\" class=\"linked-image\" />After realizing what it was, I fashioned a leather satchel to carry it around in as a keepsake.<img src=\"http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q309/CrashCunningham/Fossil/Leather.jpg\" border=\"0\" class=\"linked-image\" />"And he slashes at you with this. . . a six-inch retractable claw, like a razor, on the the middle toe.He doesn't bother to bite your jugular like a lion, say. . . no no. He slashes at you here. . . or here. . .or maybe across the belly, spilling your intestines. The point is. . .you are alive when they start to eat you."