Woodlice are not insects; they’re crustaceans, cousins to shrimp and crabs. That means your house invasion is technically a landlocked beach party. Next time you see one, you can whisper, “Nice pincers, pal,” before showing them the door.
They also breathe through gills—yes, gills! That’s why they need moisture. Deprive them of dampness, and they’ll evacuate faster than tourists from a slow hotel.
