I know, what the heck is that? Not sure. The critters sneak onto my work through the cracks in my imagination. They start as the involuntary images that pop briefly into view when my eyes are closed in bed at night, waiting for sleep. The next thing I know, they've slithered onto my paintings, making themselves comfortably at home. This one is iridescent, catching the light on it's armor. Let's hope it doesn't eat paper.