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So Unfortunate

30 Jul

Over the weekend, hubby trimmed the trees on the front lawn and brought down the branch that had the cocoon. It looked dry and still sealed.

I slit open the thing, unsure of what we would discover. The structure of the cocoon had layers and layers of silk, molded to the shape of the leaf and very hard like a shell. And I had to use a pair of scissors with some effort to cut it because it was super strong.

When I finally managed to cut through a little, two spiders escaped and I knew they were the culprits that killed the moth. The black and white one scurried away quickly but I managed to snap a quick picture of the second one, an orangy looking varmint. Murderers!

Our highly anticipated Atlas Moth didn’t make it past its pupa stage. So unfortunate for we had waited and anticipated so long and in vain for its moment to emerge from the metamorphosis.

All Good on the Home Front

5 Jul

Now that the bag delay issue is settled, there are other matters to tend to.

Official pet number one, Rooney, was confused then happy to see us when we got home. Generally all was good on the home front except for two things – the Marimo Moss balls and the cocoon still hanging on the tree in front of the house.

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He loved his new chew toy

The moss balls would need some serious TLC to recover as they have turned brown but this wouldn’t be an issue to revive them. The cocoon is quite a challenge though. It’s been too long at this stage. Did we miss the emerging moment and deceived by the cocoon shell, still hanging up there? Maybe I should brave climbing up the tall ladder to have a closer look. Hmm…

I’m glad I didn’t gain too much weight, only a pound. I thought it would be more considering the 16/8 diet was thrown out the window the minute we arrived at KLIA and had a beer and indulged in snacks at the Premier Lounge before we boarded.

It wasn’t just the things we ate in the US but when we ate which was always late dinners past seven and sometimes even nine or ten at night, hardly at five or six like we normally do back home. And I ate breakfast constantly eating because it was cold and I needed food to fuel the body to keep warm.

Being back means being back to routine and I am pretty sure that extra pound will be shed in no time especially once I get over my jet lag. So it’s great that all’s good on the home front.