We started with seven caterpillars (I'm so bummed that both of the kids are to old to have called them caller-pitters, I'm not gonna lie). We then watched them eat, crap, spin their silk, crawl up & cocoon themselves. The pooping was a highlight, of course. They really did form the coolest cocoons--they're kinda iridescent. Only five of them made it as far as the habitat. We've got 4 that attached like they were told to the little round of cotton. And then we had one like Sydney. That one said, "actually, I'll lay right here & keep you guessing, and I may or may not feel like doing any more work at all". He's currently on the floor on a paper towel.
Best case scenario? We get to see 5 beautiful painted butterflies emerge from their cocoons, sip our sweet nectar water, and then be released from our loving hands into the bright blue sky. Worst case scenario? We have 5 shriveled cocoon turds that become nothing, 2 disappointed kids, and are now owners of a useless butterfly habitat tent.
Stay tuned!!
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