My mighty hunter (not!) attempted to strike at her Phoenix worm last night. Each time she struck, the worm went sliding across the slate tile... After the third strike, she turned her nose up at it - until I offered it back on the tongs. May need to think about putting down some paper towel in a corner until she works out the coordination of hunting on her own. Even better of course is if she will deign to eat out of the food bowl.
Cheers, K
Cheers, K