I watched him for a while and he never moved. Not being able to sit idly by while something was taking a well deserved rest, I finally I poked on the screen with my finger. He still didn't move. So of course I poked a little harder and he fell off and plopped into the flowerbox. Poor little thing was dead. How was I to know?
I went outside and searched inside the box, saw him lying on his back and not leaving well enough alone, I reached in and picked him up. EWWWW.... MOVING.... NOT DEAD....DROP IT!!!! I'm fairly certain that I didn't actually scream that out loud, but I won't swear to it. And I wasn't really afraid of him, it was just that I was startled. Uh huh.
So there he was again, lying on his back in the flower box. This time I left him there in peace.