I was driving down a particularly narrow and twisty stretch of road in the Flinders Chase National Park on Kangaroo Island, when the other half told me to pull over and look down. I did, and there was this little emerald guy, perched on my jeans. How he got in is a mystery (seeing as it was freezing and we had all the windows closed) but there he was. He gave me just enough time to pull out the camera and take this one picture of him before he lifted off. We opened the door and he flew back to wherever he came from.