Iris' poorly written form

Iris made her way down the path, slowly and carefully. This forest made her uneasy for no reason A shiny pebble on the ground caught her attention, and she stopped to grab it. Its perfect to give to her pet orchid praying mantis. He'll love the new addition to his home. In the distance, she could see a figure approaching. Someone else was walking down the pathway too. She didn't expect others to be here, but she should've known better. Not all forests she goes to will be completely empty of other people.

A very ancient looking log rested on the ground, right next to the pathway. It was covered in sphagnum moss, and an army of woodlouse were feasting joyfully on the bark. Well, it's impossible know if they are actually joyful or not, but they probably are because of they're eating food. Even a few millipedes- seven to be exact- were enjoying a meal on the log. Iris approached the bug community, kneeling down to observe once she reached the log, watching the isopods' antennas flail around erratically like they were feeling the area around, and the millipedes just crawling around with a few woodlouse hitchhikers on top of them, as if the millipedes were just their cars for transportation. Who knows, maybe they're the taxi drivers for the isopods.

Iris reached her hand out, gently placing it near one of the woodlouse. It looked as if it had a life changing discovery, it's antennae slowing to a stop as it stared at her hand, completely still, almost so still to the point where it looked just like a rock. Then, it crawled up to her hand, touching it with two of it's front legs before sitting there, seemingly mesmerized again. Then, it randomly started bolting away, running like it's life depended on it, and even crawling on top of a few of his fellow woodlouse, before disappearing into the bark.

Iris just stared at where the isopod disappeared, wondering why it was so friendly, and then just ran away for no reason. Did she twitch by accident or something? Maybe the millipedes are friendlier. She gently reached her hand over to one of the millipedes, who was colored like a bumblebee, with yellow and black stripes. He didn't even seem to acknowledge her hand's presence, and just crawled onto her hand. She didn't know if he hadn't noticed that she wasn't bark or if he just didn't care, but oh well. His many legs felt incredibly strange, and tingly, but he was cute and so friendly, so she didn't mind.

Until he started crawling further up her arm, all the way to her elbow. She placed her other hand in front of him, hoping he'd crawl onto it just as easily as before so she could put him down easily, but then he decided to acknowledge the existence of hands. Iris silently begged that it wouldn't be a pain to get off of her. She tried to get him to crawl onto her hand again, but there was no hope. The millipede wouldn't crawl onto her other hand. She kept swapping the position of her hand, but he kept trying to go around it and crawl further up her arm. Getting very frustrated now, she placed her hand in front of him, hoping that he would cooperate this time, but no, he didn't. He dodged again. The best option was to just grab it, which she really didn't want to do, but that's the best option. She used her hand to scoop it up, trying to gently force it away from her arm so he didn't just crawl back on. She didn't want to risk hurting it, but it left her no choice. Then, when she managed to finally grab it, she immediately placed him back down by his fellow millipedes, her hand already starting to itch. That will take a long while to go away.

Iris stood up and continued down the path, rubbing at the itch on her hand. It was quite stupid to pick up a random bug anyway, especially one out here. Anything could be poisonous. A bright orange color flashed in the corner of her eye as a small fox darted through the bushes, presumably hunting it's dinner. That's a rare animal to see, for Iris at least. The trees rustled, but there was no wind. Strange. The air was completely still today. Maybe there was a gust of wing back there that somehow went around her perfectly, and that's why she didn't feel it.