Dubia roach
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The first photo is of a male, the second is of a juvenile. The females have no wings.

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Dubia roach
Have you seen the dubia roach (Blaptica dubia)?
I have now
Yes, in photos/videos
Yes, irl
I'm not sure
The first photo is of a male, the second is of a juvenile. The females have no wings.

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@half-vulcan my children are bountiful
i need you all to look at this beautiful dubia roach i drew. isn't she gorgeous. everyone loves my dubia roach. she has a cucumber.
It’s not Digiorno, it’s Dubia!
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Met an angel last night
This is cause for Celebration! ( I'm genuinely really excited. )
Picture of him eating under the cut ( Arachnophobia Warning )
We've had the frogs for a month or so now——they're doing well, eating well, pooping well. We keep crickets and dubias now, and they eat them both happily, for the most part.
One of the frogs hates the tongs, so I often have to pop on a glove to offer bugs by hand. One of them croaks to recordings of other frogs, and to a song that has pacman "wakawakawaka" sounds in it. That frog has also developed little nuptial pads. We've got at least one boy.
The crickets seem to recognise me. They hide under the egg cartons as soon as I enter the room. They don't do the same for my spouse, who doesn't feed the frogs at the moment. They seem to know that I'm the reason their numbers go down every other day. I try not to feel bad about the fear they show towards me. I am, after all, presenting them straight to the mouths of predators. They know. They're little, but they're not dumb.