At homeschool park day last week my children "rescued" 3 caterpillars. They were those adorable fuzzy ones that make the ugly tents in the trees (Eastern Tent Moths) and turn into even uglier moths. They loved them and I milked their existence out for every possible drop of science..
We had a scare last Thursday when they were forgotten outside overnight. They became sluggish in the cold and I feared the worst. So did my little people, they cried and cried. But we warmed them up and they lived to see show and share at preK. Hurrah!!!
But sadly, Wiggly met his demise yesterday. The other two had already cocooned up but Wiggly was days behind them. The kids discovered he'd curled up and refused to move. The sobbing was heart wrenching. Somehow Hubby is always out of the house when these things happen so I was on my own to handle the arrangements. We crafted headstones ~ yes 2 so we didn't have to argue about what goes on it. Each child declared their never ending love. And we buried him out front between the mums ~ that thankfully have regained their vigor after the great aphid invasion of 2011.
To finish the whole day off, my Little man ran into the kitchen before bedtime and declared, "I miss Wiggly but he's not really gone. I'll hold him in my heart."