Tadders!

Rescued from the pond before the big freeze struck, these are now taking up a lot of time, mostly spent in just watching them swim about. Fellow arachnophobes might recognise the phenomenon following an encounter with a spider in which everything looks like a hirsute eight-legged horror (tomato stalks are particularly sinister in this situation) - turns out something similar happens if you watch 300 tadpoles for hours on end (though the apparitions are rather less hairy, with no legs, and not so alarming).