It was a relief to come back to my own sheltered, well-watered garden after the expedition to the desert-like conditions of the vacant lot. (Between a rock and a dry place). I recovered my enthusiasm for the search, and decided to turn over some of my own rocks. And here, the moisture lovers thrive.
|A few rocks and turtles holding down the base of a wooden heron.|
|Under the rocks, an orange slug nibbles the heron's toes.|
|Every rock concealed at least one or two earthworms.|
|On the bottom of a paving stone, a clump of snail or slug eggs, and a woodbug.|
|Tiny white springtails. These don't tolerate drying out.|
|I thought this was a single snail egg until I saw the photo; it is covered with white silk. A spider egg sac, probably.|
|Millipede. One of many.|
|The large fake rock (styrofoam) sheltered hundreds of beasties. Slugs and woodbugs clung to the underside of the "rock". On the ground, rove beetles and millipedes dashed for cover, centipedes and worms burrowed quickly into the soft soil, leaving only many more woodbugs and slugs.|
|Temporarily tame woodbug.|
So my summer schedule of watering every night has paid off; the garden is alive, top and bottom.