We’ve got a weta in the house somewhere. R. saw it last night when she got up to comfort B₂… somehow I don’t blame her for not taking the opportunity to escort it off the premises. It seems to have been responsible for some of the strange noises we’ve been hearing in the night lately.
Although I do quite like wetas, they are not the world’s most homely ceatures and are not something that you would want to run into on a dark night. They don’t bite, unless you really piss them off. In which case they are very good at biting. Generally though you can pick them up and take them outside without too many problems. Here’s some better pictures.
Apparently they have a fondness for, errrm… crevices.
