Silas the caterpillar
Miner the caterpillar
Miner was Joe's caterpillar. He said he made up the name one day when he was playing an imaginary football?/basketball?/baseball? game outside. He likes to make up names for teams, and had come up with the Minnesota Miners.
Silas was Charlie's caterpillar. He named him after the best hitter on the A's baseball team. Not the Oakland A's, but the Timbergrove A's. Basically, he named him after some 7 or 8-year-old that he doesn't even know. (If Silas had died, he was going to get another one and name him Cyrus, which is at least after the best hitter on his baseball team.)
Speaking of dying caterpillars, it was a really rough year for Monarch caterpillars. Most of them died. I felt so bad for all the little girls in their class who were so sad. I don't think the boys would have cared much.
First Silas, then Miner, went into chrysalis at school. (I can't believe I didn't get a single picture in chrysalis.) We drove home so carefully with those bug boxes with hanging chrysalises (chrysali?), it reminded me of the first time we brought babies home from the hospital.
Then several days later, Silas appeared -- as a butterfly!! By this time, the boys were invested in them, and Cort and I were even more interested (it really was cool). We got up several times during the night to make sure he was still alive and ok! Charlie took him to school, and released him into the school's butterfly garden.
We thought we were going to miss Miner emerging as a butterfly, but luckily he did so the day before we left town. When he did so, we discovered that Miner was a girl! (Female Monarch butterflies are smaller and have thicker veins, whereas males are bigger and have two black dots on their wings.) Joe got to take him -- uh, her -- to release on the last day of school. (No pictures of Joe releasing Miner.)
It's a little corny, but they were beautiful little creatures!
Silas was Charlie's caterpillar. He named him after the best hitter on the A's baseball team. Not the Oakland A's, but the Timbergrove A's. Basically, he named him after some 7 or 8-year-old that he doesn't even know. (If Silas had died, he was going to get another one and name him Cyrus, which is at least after the best hitter on his baseball team.)
Speaking of dying caterpillars, it was a really rough year for Monarch caterpillars. Most of them died. I felt so bad for all the little girls in their class who were so sad. I don't think the boys would have cared much.
First Silas, then Miner, went into chrysalis at school. (I can't believe I didn't get a single picture in chrysalis.) We drove home so carefully with those bug boxes with hanging chrysalises (chrysali?), it reminded me of the first time we brought babies home from the hospital.
Then several days later, Silas appeared -- as a butterfly!! By this time, the boys were invested in them, and Cort and I were even more interested (it really was cool). We got up several times during the night to make sure he was still alive and ok! Charlie took him to school, and released him into the school's butterfly garden.
We thought we were going to miss Miner emerging as a butterfly, but luckily he did so the day before we left town. When he did so, we discovered that Miner was a girl! (Female Monarch butterflies are smaller and have thicker veins, whereas males are bigger and have two black dots on their wings.) Joe got to take him -- uh, her -- to release on the last day of school. (No pictures of Joe releasing Miner.)
It's a little corny, but they were beautiful little creatures!
Miner the butterfly
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Another great post!
mimi
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