My friend G bought some crickets for her geckos. While the crickets were jumping around in the cage trying to avoid being eaten alive, one of them started molting. I don’t like insects. But the process of molting was fascinating. When it climbed out from its shell, it was kind of off-white and rather lethargic. Looking almost like a wax model.
A couple of hours later, it had darkened quite a bit, into another regular, dark brown, disgusting-looking, high-jumping cricket. Yuck.
G decided to reward it by freeing it, instead of letting the geckos eat it. I guess being thrown out of the window was better than being eaten alive.