I went over and encouraged it onto my hand and put it back in the enclosure, trying to fathom how it got out. It then hit me that it's entirely possible that the animal hadn't escaped but hatched inside my room but outside of the hatchery. Surely not, I thought, I've been incredibly careful to ensure that all eggs stay inside something, even if it's just a storage pot while I sort something more appropriate out. I had the enclosure open for a little while earlier while checking on number seven (who is looking good, by the way) but I didn't spy any movement in that vicinity.
So I did a head count and spied seven nymphs in the hatchery, this little guy was number eight. Okay, so another ova had hatched, that's great right? Yes, but I checked the fifty six ova that remained in the enclosure and not a single one was empty, they were all in one piece and unhatched.
That meant that this little nymph emerged from an ova in my bedroom.
That also means that there could be another one.
Needless to say I'm a tad concerned, I'll have to take a close look at the edges of my carpet and see if I can find any more. What's even stranger is that my bedroom was moved around on Friday and was vaccumed meticulously, so the ova must have fallen somewhere out of reach. Wish me luck!
Come on though... one ova out of seven hundred isn't bad is it?
(No nymphs were harmed in the making of this blog post; little number eight is safe and sound in the hatchery and is content hanging out with others of his kind, no more dust bunny friends for him)