You must let it go. If it loves you, it will return. Ha!
Well, the butterflies are gone. This year, all five caterpillars became 5 cocoons and then 5 beautiful butterflies. I still have yet to catch one emerging from its cocoon, but there’s always next year.
The afternoon turned out so nicely that we brought their house outside to enjoy the sunshine. All five began flapping around quite enthusiastically. So we unzipped the top and all five flew away. They are unlikely to return. (If you are raising your own butterflies, I just learned this from the girls’ preschool—they love orange slices in their cage.)
Wesley celebrated Freedom Day for the butterflies by getting out a bat.
The tadpoles also were brought outside for a little afternoon sun, which they seemed to like, evidenced by looking a little less dead and swimming around, again enthusiastically. When we returned home a little later, they seemed dead. Quite dead, like the four weeks of practicing looking dead finally paid off. I’m giving them one more night of floating belly-up, not breathing, and not swimming when their cage is nudged before I call it.
2 comments:
our caterpillars have started forming chrysalises (sp)!
Yahoo! Let me know if you catch them "hatching". Denise
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