Some sort of damp dog with its tongue out, or is it a budding stick attached to a Sumac Tree? You decide, but I happen to like the dog theory, i’m sorry that I’m afraid I was dreadfully drunk when I took the photo and so as such can not be held responsible for my actions. It wasn’t me, it was the IPA.
He’s (I’m assuming its male) the grey man of the utensil jar, like a secret agent, blending into the background, waiting for his moment, to pounce. you’ve got to watch the quiet ones.