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If you added up all the 10 minutes here and 5 minutes there, you’d discover that I spend a decent chunk of each day staring into either the pond or the baby bath that the tadpoles are in (so that the pond newts don’t eat them).  I’ve even discovered that I can watch the tadpoles from my bedroom if I look through binoculars. And on the 2nd of June I was staring into the baby bath and there was a frantic slightly-creepy looking creature zipping about anxiously.  I had a feeling it was trying to find a route out so I fetched some reeds from the pond and taped them onto the edge of the baby bath.  Within a minute it had started to crawl up the reeds and in the next hour and a half I was lucky enough to witness the metamorphosis of nymph into damselfly.  It was such an intimate and extraordinary thing to watch. I was deeply moved. The thing climbed out it’s own skin right in front of my eyes.  And then, in a bizarre but lovely ending, it’s first flight was onto my forefinger.  Incredible.