"Those wriggling transparent things, I mean.

Don't you remember?
We kept them in a box, and didn't know whether they'd turn out moths, or butterflies, or earwigs, or woodlice!" "They turned into cockchafer beetles, as a matter of fact," said Ulyth drily.
"Well, they were horrid enough in all conscience.

I don't like Nature study when it means hoarding up creepy-crawlies." "You're not obliged to take it." "I don't this year.

I've got Harmony down on my time-table instead." "You'll miss the rambles with Teddie." "I don't care.

I'll play basket-ball instead." "How about the blackberry foray ?" "Oh, I'm not going to be left out of that! It's not specially Nature study.