During the spring/summer, I often spend my lunch (half) hour behind our office at our picnic table. It sits in the corner of a parking lot, next to a chain fence. But on the other side of the fence is a flower bed, large tree and grass. And? It’s outside. I just ignore the asphalt. And trucks. And warehouse guys.
This little guy often hangs out. His name is Jerry. He lives in the bushes outside my (boss’s) boss’s window. Sometimes she feeds him but he usually gets his nourishment from the flowers & bulbs in the planters in front of and around our office. We like Jerry. He’s entertaining. The landscapers tend to disagree.