I meet him wherever he happens to be.
In summer he happens most of all to be on the sunniest pineboard wall of a house by lake.
So I say "hello Thats's splintery board for stubbing a toe".
He does not have toes, of course, but what do you say to a creature that looks a lot like a tiny bright pebble with hand-me-down legs, not a bit good for much except walking on eggs.