In order to witness it, we must open a window in cell upon cell until fortune deigns to smile upon us.
The larva is hatched and already fairly large.

Like the egg, it hangs perpendicularly, by the rear, from the ceiling; but the suspensory cord has gained considerably in length and consists of the original thread eked out by a sort of ribbon.

The grub is at dinner: head downwards, it is digging into the limp belly of one of the caterpillars.

I touch up the game that is still intact with a straw.

The caterpillars grow restless.