A quick update for all of you who must be wondering yet are too polite to ask: Sherlock has not molted yet. I repeat, has not molted.
He actually tricked me with the refusal of that cricket the other day. I suspect it was his way of letting me know his palate's a tad more epicurean.
At any rate, I just wanted to allay your concerns for the time being. However, he rejected a cricket again yesterday, so this may launch a new 72 hour waiting period for us all.
And just so this isn't ALL about a praying mantis, though I see nothing wrong with that, I wanted also to say I'm nearing the end of the first revision of my...manuscript. But that isn't saying much, dear reader.
That's like saying I spun ONE straw from a haystack into gold.
At least I hope it's gold.
Oh, and the bookshelf. It's up and running again.
Is anyone in the mood for a Nancy Drew marathon?
Or perhaps the company of a dear, old friend?
ETA: No! He tricked me again! The 72 hour wait is off...stay tuned.
Dear reader...I don't know why I feel so inclined to keep you abreast of the situation with my praying mantis. I realize the vast majority here probably wish I would never mention such things, yet somehow I'm filled with a sense of obligation to keep you informed. I secretly assume you are dying to know.
I really am worried he won't make it through this next molt...a missing limb hardly seems like an advantage when busting one's way out of an old exoskeleton.
I guess we will cross that bridge if we come to it.