‘Hundreds’ of reasons to like millipedes
The security light comes on when we drive into the yard, and, as we approach the front door, there they are, in lines and rows, heading toward the roof. At the back of the house, they are on their way down, having scaled two or three storeys. Back to earth, they continue on the same line, and are soon lost in the grass and bushes of the back garden.
We assume the house was built on an ancient millipede migration route, and rather than go around it, they climb over it. If we left the front door and a back window open, they’d march through, tens of thousands, indeed millions, of tiny feet tramping doggedly over carpets and furniture.
