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We had one of these when we lived in Atlanta. It kept running into our storm door. It was so focused on the reflection it didn't notice when I opened the door slightly, reached under the door to grab him. I tossed him into a box and drove five miles away and released him.
I was bummed when I was driving down the street and realized the little sucker had beaten me home! He was right back at it! Next time I took him around ten miles away and never saw him again.
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Lee
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