T. Tiny Things
Several weeks ago while my mom was visiting we went to a butterfly conservatory called Magic Wings.
It’s a great place to take the kids! It’s in South Deerfield, MA and is a large indoor garden with all kinds of butterflies flying freely throughout. If you’re lucky, one of them will choose to land on you and be your friend. Butterflies were especially fond of Number 2.
My mother decided to buy the kids a present in the gift shop. Now, I don’t know if she was taking revenge for my church behavior when I was young or not, but we left the gift shop with 2 cups full of caterpillars and one cup containing a praying mantis egg sac.
I am not squeamish about these sorts of things and actually find it fascinating to watch.
But it’s the number of tiny things we have growing in our house that makes me a little uneasy.
The caterpillars required no care – they ate the food that was in the bottom of the cup and then hung themselves up in tidy little chrysalises. But this week butterflies have started to emerge from the chrysalises and they can’t be released until the weather is at least 5 degrees warmer on a regular basis. They are not interested in the sugar-water we are giving them (as instructed) so I hope they survive until then.
In about 3-5 weeks, 300-500 (!!!!) praying mantises will explode out of the egg sac. If they are not released immediately or separated, they will begin devouring each other.
That will be a powerful lesson for the kids. Thanks, Mom.