Bye bye, butterflies

Recently my aunt got my 4 year old a “something special for the new big brother” gift: a popup butterfly garden with a cup of live caterpillars. The cup came in the mail prefilled with caterpillar food, which they ate over the course of a week as they grew and eventually retreated into their own chrysalides.

Then soon enough, they wriggled out one by one and emerged as painted lady butterflies:

We fed them some fruit and “nectar” (sugar water) and after a few days set them free into the wild. As they were flying away, the 4 year old said: “Goodbye butterflies, I’ll never forget you. I think the butterflies will always remember me.”

It was a fun little project for all of us, and a cool thing for the 4 year old to witness and directly facilitate.

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