Highlander (as in, "There can be only one!") is doing very well on a diet of wingless fruit flies. Our fratricidal sole survivor has grown from smaller than my pinkie fingernail, to longer than my thumb nail. I am somewhat squicked, as a vegetarian, to be furnishing this critter with prey, and it only somewhat helps to consider that the natural lifespan of a fruit fly probably isn't all that much greater than the term of their survival in the bug jar tends to be...
They are interesting little things, and we have been able to observe the larval, pupal and adult stages.
No comments:
Post a Comment