Not much later last night R. found the weta. It was in the bedroom on top of her chest of drawers having a good old look about. A large female about five centimetres long (excluding antennae and ovipositor)… and I hadn’t even noticed it when I hopped into bed 15 minutes earlier.
It happily climbed up on to my arm… and kept climbing. I had to swap arms a couple times so it didn’t climb on to my head (not quite ready for that yet) before I got it safely back onto the rocky bank behind the house.
But I think there might be another one in the kitchen, judging by the rustling noises I’m hearing coming from under the fridge. Either that or a mouse…
