The chopping block was falling apart, so it got chopped into firewood,
and out tumbled some occupants,
a lively bunch.
Just think if what we ate was as easily seen.
A happy twist in its life for one of the grubs, which was put back on one of the split pieces where it burrowed into the wood again; and if life continues as it should for this witchetty grub, it will end its days as, I think, a hawk moth.