I think it was when Bill was trimming the dead fern fronds in the tank that Cricket Catcher decided to make his bid for freedom.
As you can see, he wasn't quite fast enough.
He is not wailing in pain, by the way, he is cursing like a sailor and hoping to bite one of us.
Well. Not me. I was in the kitchen, minding my own busines, until they summoned me and my camera.
He wanted to bite Bill, probably.
But mostly Bill.