with no pics, as the results are less than photogenic ...
our 2 catterpillas became three when another nice fat juicy one turned up in another organic green, but oddly, right after this the smallest catty-piller disapeared - now theres a question for home educaters everywhere - where do the dead ones go? no sign of him climbing dining room walls in a bid to escape ...
today i went to fling out old leaves and green poohs, and i couldnt find any of them, then found that one catterpillow had mashed himself into some drier leaves, using some kind of webby glue to bind himself in there, and you could see a bit of him through a hole in the leafy, thready mess. and he looks all yellow and maggot like. lovely.
but this could well be good news, and i moved this remaining (pupa?) into a cooler spot so he can, pupate ...
oh well, no more wrigglers to handle. i'll have to explain the bit about long sleeps now. which isn't like being dead. we have done dead worms and slugs, you see ...