The best place to work on anything craft-related is at my parent's house because my mom's craft room is the craft room of your dreams. No really...I'm not kidding.
So I went over there this morning to finish some custom invitations I was asked to make for a friend (design details coming soon!). When I pulled up to the house, this guy was hanging on the siding of the garage.
Side note: The debate is out on what these things are most commonly called. Stick bugs? Walking sticks? Phasmatodea? (The discovery of that technical name comes to you courtesy of Mike, who kindly did a Google search when I refused to believe "stick bugs" was the proper name.)
When I walked out to my car several hours later, I noticed the little guy was still there, in the exact same position. So I said to him out loud, "You're just kinda chillin' today, huh?"
And that's when I turned around and saw a kid riding his bike, staring strangely at me as he obviously just heard me talk to