While closing the bar at work tonight, I was sweeping behind the counter by the front door. Absent-mindedly, I went to sweep in the corner right by the fridge, and saw a green blob on the floor. Turns out the green blob was my friend Ned here (that’s what I named him).

He had hopped in the open front door at some point today, and got stuck in a small tuft of lint and hair in the corner. I got some gloves, picked him up, and gave him a cool bath while gently removing all of the chunks of fluff out of his toes and legs as he was so wrapped up he couldn’t hop :( .

After the bath, my coworker and I took him out back to hopefully find a safer home for him. I had carried him out in my cupped hands so he wouldn’t hop back into the business. When we got to the brush area, I gently put him on my finger so as to try to coax him to hop away on his own volition. He then gripped my finger like this for about 2 minutes before going on his merry way. I’m sure he just did this to get a good grip to jump away, but it kinda felt like he was giving me a tiny finger hug to say thanks. Made my day after 12hrs of work :)