The little stinker (skinker?) moved behind a small twig, obscuring his face, while he choked down the cricket whole. He emerged a few moments later - noticeably fatter. By this time I'm laying on my belly in the gravel, broken glass, and poison ivy. But at last - he finally made eye contact and my flash even managed to coax out a slight highlight in the eye. Finally, a shot I'm pretty happy with.