This time Ken convinced me to get a picture before removing it. Note Ken’s foot for scale. The other ones I’ve seen have been black, but this one was brown.
After this picture, I flung it out the door with the dustpan.
The next day I picked up a rock in the garden and there was a vinegaroon under it. I’m pretty sure it was the same one, because it was brown. Scared the heck out of me.
In pursuit of cold work 