Last summer, I sat down on our terrace in the dark. We had a temporary old wooden table. In the corner of my eye, I saw something small scurry across the table.

Last summer, I sat down on our terrace in the dark. We had a temporary old wooden table. In the corner of my eye, I saw something small scurry across the table. When I turned on my flashlight, I saw around 2-3 dozen rolly pollies standing around an almost completely burnt out candle in a semi-circle like at a concert or so. It looked like a ritual or as if they were worshipping something. Unfortunately, I quickly got disgusted (because I'm a wimp when it comes to insects) and retreated back into the house. But I haven't been able to get this image out of my head for a year. And since you commented about the god of rolly pollies, I finally had the chance to share it. I wish i had taken a photo of it. P.S: while googling to check if rolly polly is the correct translation to my native tongue, i found out that they're not even insects but crustaceans.