Bobo’s home after six weeks of staying with my brother and she has already exhibited three of her personalities for my lens: The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly. Another distinct personality, The Evil, came out shortly after I took these shots as I bent down to retrieve something from under her cage, and she grabbed my hair —— not such an unusual occurrence —— but then she reached beyond my hair to the bare nape of my neck and latched on with those destructive jaws to pinch . . . should I say crush . . . the delicate skin. At least it was the back of my neck instead of the front where she could have easily latched onto a carotid artery. I guess I should be thankful that the bite didn’t break the skin and only huge welts appeared.
I was trying out the macro lens and the depth of field is so shallow that only a small portion of each shot is in focus.