Is that an Insulindian phasmid? It looks like an Insulindian phasmid. Quick -- catch it…

Is that an Insulindian phasmid? It looks like an Insulindian phasmid. Quick -- catch it before it scuttles away!

It's gotta be the phasmid this time. Look -- it moved!

"Stop right there!"

You shout at what you thought to be a phasmid, but turns out to be a fishing rod.

"What are you trying to accomplish, Harry?"

"Uh, it's a novel fishing method."

"Perhaps we should try it out in the wild sometime."

"Sorry, I thought the fishing rod was... something else."

His great belly ripples with laughter. "A skinny, shy young girl? Never mind."

"I was just trying to surprise you. To throw you off, you know."

"Well, you certainly succeeded, Harry." He adjust himself in the chair. "You are a very surprising police officer indeed."

Pirouette toward the phasmid.

Beautiful leap! But this isn't a phasmid in your hand -- it is a fishing rod.

Wait a moment. Is that really the phasmid? You don't want to make a fool out of yourself.

Definitely not a phasmid. Definitely a fishing rod.

"I see you're admiring my fishing gear. Are you by any chance a fisherman yourself?"

"Nah, I'm just sizing you up. Studying your strengths and weaknesses."

"I doubt you'll learn anything from that fishing rod."

"I think maybe I used to be the Fisher King..."

"Ha ha, maybe you were."

"Fisherman? Totally. It's all I do for fun."

"I thought so, Harry, I thought so. We should go out together sometime. Bond like men of worth and value."

Creep up to the phasmid quietly.

You're a master of stealth. But look what you've caught -- not a phasmid, but a fishing rod!