Yesterday, I wrote about my 3 dead silkworms. I have no idea how it happened, but this morning, I discovered that the fellow who plunged to his death, the one I dropped, was crawling around happy as can be. Well, as happy as any worm can be in the dump. That's what I'm calling the container where I keep all the muck from cleaning out the silkworm habitats. It doubles as a graveyard and will later be used for compost.
Not to sound calluous, but it escapes me how this little guy survived. Of the three, he was the one who I felt absolutely certain was dead. So now I'm left pondering is this a miraculous wonder, or am I now in possecion of a ZOMBIE silkworm?
|Lazarus chomping on chow|