[At least the dog is okay! That's what really matters. Palamedes gives Magnet a solemn nod of approval, very good boy, then looks around at the orb shower as it slowly falls.]

I suppose not. Lucky it went right over us; I hate to run.

[He has the stamina of a paper bag, after all. He stoops to put his satchel down, fishing out an empty jar and popping the lid off. Hm-

Well, the first strategy was just to wave the jar around like a net and hope for the best.]

So— have you got some kind of collection method? Tried and true? I was going to wave this around.