i came across this guy while walking on the queen charlotte track in marlborough. it was kind of special because just as i was about to step on a stone in the middle of a small stream i looked down in time to see him on his back struggling to turn over. there appeared to be a spotlight on him and it was so neat to watch. i've always thought walking stick insects are a sort of marvel of nature. they have the ultimate low profile and somehow seem a bit magical in appearance. actually spotting one feels a bit like seeing a secret.
and what's hiding inside here??
photos by me