You may recall that a couple of weeks ago, I posted a photo of my new pet maggots. The idea, which seemed sensible at the time, was that I would put these mystery creatures in a jar on my desk and wait for them to hatch so they could be positively identified. Then I'd know exactly what was living in the roots of my potted citrus tree.
So that's what I did. And guess what–this week they hatched! And what are they?
Which is not a surprise, considering that the very definition of a maggot is "fly larva."
So this does me no good at all. Or maybe it does. Maybe it tells me that the creatures in the soil were not some other strange, citrus-eating pest, but ordinary flies who just wanted to start a family.
Really, though, I can't say that the experiment had a great deal of education benefit, although the entertainment value was considerable: I was helping my parents set up Skype videoconferencing, and when they saw me sitting in my office, I said, "Want to see my pet maggots?" and held the jar up to the webcam. Those are the moments that parents live for, right? To see what their grown children have accomplished in life?
Here's a lousy photo of my newly-hatched maggots. It's surprisingly hard to take a picture of a fly inside a jar. Thus ends the maggot report.