...and after I spend ten minutes at the door, trying to get the fussy deadbolt to switch the right way so that I can open the door and go in and water the plants:
A pillbug on the dirt of the flower pot, temporarily immobile as water floods the surface, then all scurrying again as soon as the water drains down a bit into the dirt and its legs touch the ground again.
It was the same color as the dirt, too, mostly.
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