In the bush

Ok, how many times has Scott told me to shut the door. AAHHHHH. I was chatting on the phone to my sister and soaking up some sun on the park bench outside, when I became aware that I was seeing out of the corner of my eye a black thing. Oh no, I left the door open again. The same door which Boaz had escaped from.
This time it was only Dually who had absconded out the door. And straight for the bushes along the side fence. Now when Dually escapes you don't just go pick him up, as I have learned from watching Scott one fateful night when he had escaped and was hanging out in the wilderness. Scott thought "I will just pick him up and take him in the house." Oh no, that's not the way it happens with Mr. Dualls. Scott was immediately bitten and went running for the house. And Mr. Dualls? He remained in the bush, just where he wished to be.
So I had to ambush him and try to head him off in the right direction toward the open door. This took a bit of time, getting on my hands and knees, crawling through the wigelia and quince. When I was under there, I was brought back to my childhood days when we used to make a fort every summer in the neighbors grape arbor. I wonder now why they put up with us, maybe they just didn't catch us. Anyway under the wigela was a great fort, lots of room and no spiders, that I could see. I had to coax Mr. Dualls back through the hole in the fence, which was a missing board. Then go back around to the backyard and crawl under the rhody bush. Well I finally got him to cross the yard and go back in from where he came. But what an invigorating morning. And I thanked God I was still able to crawl under a bush at the age of 53.