One stone in particular stood out this year; it's a piece of volcanic rock, about 6 inches long, rough and pitted. I don't remember where I found it.
The crevices serve as hiding places for small critters. Saturday, I found a few baby slugs, a miniature harvestman, a tiny red mite. A millipede took off running as I lifted the stone. And of course, there had to be a sowbug; there always is.
In the deeper pits, many tiny snails, some barely the size of a large grain of sand, sleep away the daylight hours.
As I explored the caves under a bright light, a few snails fell off in my hand. Here they are, with a Canadian penny for size comparison. The letters are about 1 millimetre tall.
Probably a grove snail, Cepaea nemoralis.
Most had these long cone-shaped shells. The light shines through the bottom whorl.
"Show me the way to go home."
After the photo session, I carefully replaced the snails on the stone, and took them back to the garden.