Color shift

No bigger than the end of my thumb this chap was really fond of his new found spot on the top of a stack of wet plywood at the job site. He had been on some blue plastic sheet that was covering a pile of earth to keep the rain from washing it away. His little body was busy using super power number one to change to a yellow color and put up some attempt at grain pattern, but I had to interrupt his efforts and send him back to the blue period so that Sammy and I could load some of the plywood that had been left to its fate out in the rain without running the risk of squishing him in the process. He seemed to have to do some fancy manouvers with his feet, twisting them about to get them unstuck from things, super power number two.