What is it with the bathroom millipedes? We have a variety at our cottage. Glossy and a rich amber/burnt caramel. I find them every time we arrive for a weekend, coiled like ammonites in the bath. I don’t know whether they arrive via the bath waste pipe or drop in from above and then can’t negotiate the enamel. I liberate them, the dead and the living… you can never be sure whether an apparently dead millipede is just playing possum… into the garden, which I’m not sure is a kindness or a trial to them. They may prefer the bathroom! It’s a conundrum.