What was it like? Were you asleep, or could you feel it squishing around?

[ Webber's keenness is primarily driven by innocent curiosity, but underneath their interest in a fellow bug-person who resembles some of the bugs the boy's father collected but still isn't quite like anything either of them have seen before, it's shaped to the contours of their old experience with metamorphosis. Was it similar to when the spider ate the child and they were squeezed into a new shape? ]

Yeah! And you even got wings. We wish we had those.