Luck was had. Here is every live individual caught for the transplant.
Also I found some feather millipedes under a really unpromising-looking log only a few yards away from Griffith's irrigated lawn (I didn't keep the pedes of course, they are notorious for dying in culture). But it was neat that such a sensitive specialist is still managing to survive in such a terrible-seeming habitat. There were no visible macrofungi and the wood smelled awful, as seems to be typical for wood in this county.
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