I’ve been waiting almost three years for this moment. It all began one September afternoon back in 2016, when sitting at the garden pond, I was surprised by an apparition of green and blue. A southern hawker dragonfly had landed on a nearby log and was laying her eggs. A few weeks later, these eggs must have hatched and their tiny, tadpole-like “prolarva” wriggled their way into the pond, because by Christmas I saw them in their aquatic nymph form, skulking in the waterweed.