The giver of this gift was a woman who had harvested all of her extensive garden-full of flowers to prevent Jack Frost from snatching for himself. She had then carried armloads of them to church and offered them freely to whomever would take. So I gathered a handful and thanked her kindly.
It wasn't until some time had passed, and the flower-giver had left the premises, that I realized in addition to the flora, she'd gifted me with a bit of fauna!
I decided to name this little creepy-crawly creature, and keep it as a pet.
But Bertha crept away while I was lunching at a restaurant with friends.
(Her fate is to date unknown.)