This clutch took its good old, sweet time to start hatching, but I think the incubating temperature was inadvertently a degree or two cooler than normal.
This little male was zipping around the sweater box (egg container) when I checked this afternoon. After a couple of half-hearted attempts to bluff me with false strikes, he gave up all pretense and began exploring his new world. While holding him under the faucet to wash off some caked-on vermiculite, he took a long drink from my cupped hand. There's always something magical and special about hatchling Drys.
A second egg has now pipped, hopefully others will follow soon.
Brian






