A couple of weeks ago Max went to a birthday party where each child was given a caterpillar in a cup with food to last it until it created a cocoon. Max was pretty excited about his, and named it “Max Jr.” on the assumption that it was a boy.
Before we read the instructions that said it shouldn’t be held, Max let it crawl around on his hand, and we built it a new home in the bottom of a seltzer bottle with leaves and branches.
The most exciting thing he did was poop – but we all know how exciting that can be to a 9 year old.
Then Max Jr. formed his chrysalis, and went to sleep. Who knew that the dream resting place of a Viceroy butterfly would be a section of hole-punched aluminum foil.
Any kind of change is exciting – this was especially cool to see.
When I was a girl I found a couple of caterpillars and put them in a box with leaves, which I promptly put under my bed and forgot. Next Fall, when I opened the box, I found a couple of beautiful purple (dead) butterflies.
But Max Jr. was luckier by far!
Last night I actually dreamed that Max Jr. emerged from his sleeping bag – and as soon as Max Sr. was up he announced the news –
We’re hoping he’s already found a date. And now I don’t have the heart to tell Max where silk comes from.