Deacon: Okay . . . Aaagghhh!
Me: Whoops, I guess they pinch.
We put it into a tupperware for better observation. For some reason I thought he needed a titch of water. Turns out the poor climber kept biffing it into the water, where he did an unaccustomed backstroke. After Deacon's pinch, we used a fork to gently flip him, until about the fifty-leventh time at which point he made a new home in the mum plant.
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