I ran again today and afterwards laid down on the lawn. I saw a sow bug — the black-shelled Buzzy Beetle type known in my childhood as a "rolly polly" — struggling to move between two blades of grass. We mow the lawn on Saturdays, usually. I wonder if such a slow-moving thing could ever find its way out of the grass in time for that.
I was listing to Beck's "Tropicalia." That song has a distinctly cacophonic ending.