When I struggle with going out to collect samples, I go take my trash out and collect a patch of moss that’s been growing next to the bins. And there are always little tardigrades, not knowing their whole existence is next to a few unsightly recycling bins. . Their life is rough, they only live when the moss is wet, otherwise they are just dormant. They wait for the refreshing water, maybe dreaming about succulent moss juice filling up their always-hungry bellies. . I don’t feel so great these d