I am finding new things this year. This guy I removed with my clippers and he sorta struck but slowly (maybe he knew he was getting cut to be sent on the bird feeder) several times at my pruner blade. I wasn’t about to pick this one up between my fingers. NW, IL. on a walnut.
That son of a gun of mine, I put my hand on him to find him. He didn’t move. It was behind where I was standing, unfortunately, but I knew it wasn’t the tree, and it didn’t move. I thought to myself, “camouflage” looking at it.