Her legs are caught up in the molt, so she can’t stand, so I asked a son to try to intervene. ‘She’s still in the process,’ he says, so we leave her alone. She had a little water, and maybe by tomorrow, will be livelier, and of course, lots bigger.
yeah, no dice on the tweezers. so don’t freak out, squeamish fellow mantis-raisers. there was no damage done, i couldn’t get any of the old skin off
She did seem to hate the touch of metal.