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My youngest found a caterpillar a few weeks ago and named him Steve.  Steve was set up in the bug playground.  It’s a bug box, but with miniature playground equipment ( a very cool present for my boys from my boss).  The boys kept adding grass and leaves thinking that’s what Steve was eating, while I made sure the cotton ball stayed moist with sugar water.  Steve made a cocoon in about a week.

My youngest was sad that Steve was following his life course, felt lonely, and found another caterpillar.  The bug playground could really only support one caterpillar, plus Steve had attached his cocoon to the flip top so to open it would probably kill the little guy.  We made another bug playground out of a to-go container.  This caterpillar was named Steve Montgomery (my son’s middle name, to distinguish the two Steves).  More leaves and grass, another cotton ball with sugar water, and another cocoon.

Steve Montgomery emerged today a beautiful moth.  My little guy released him into the world while shedding tears that his little metamorphosed friend was leaving him.  It’s a good way to learn about how life goes, an awesome experiential learning moment and a demonstration of amazing luck that the caterpillar survived the process and emerged a beautiful moth.

We’re still waiting on the other Steve.