Off to the side of City Hall, along the little steps I go up just before crossing the road to work, there are a few bits of what's either Queen Anne's Lace or something very Queen Anne's Lace-esque. Due to the lateness of the year, they're almost fully dead, dried out, and light brown. That's not the odd bit.
In the center of over half of them? An earwig.
In most of them, there was a single earwig with its head nestled into the very core of the flower-mass.