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Thursday, August 28, 2008

Some very hungry caterpillars of our own

For Henry's birthday my Dad and Sandi gave him a Butterfly Bungalow kit. In the box is a bungalow (a little home for butterflies) and a postcard to mail to the company in order to receive some real caterpillars in the mail. It was the perfect gift for Henry who loves Eric Carle's The Very Hungry Caterpillar and is super curious about bugs and other insects.

Shortly after mailing our postcard, our mailman brought this special delivery to the door:



Henry holding his caterpillars

There were three caterpillars/larvae inside this jar with enough food for them to eat to become big, huge caterpillars and change into chrysalides (a.k.a. cocoons) To keep this little jar safe from all of the little hands in our house we put it on our mantle and Henry checked on it a few times a day. The caterpillars definitely grew, it was crazy to see.

Henry looking at the caterpillars turned chrysalides
After about a week all 3 of them climbed to the top of the jar, hung upside down and turned into chrysalides.

The next step was to transfer them to their little butterfly home, the Butterfly Bungalow.
After another week the butterflies emerged! We woke up to find them flying around their little home. They are Painted Lady butterflies.We fed them flowers from outside and watched them for a few days. William, our resident animal lover liked watching them the most.

Since we read that their life span as a butterfly is only 2-4 weeks, we didn't want to keep them for too long. Monday night we released them in our backyard. The book that came with the bungalow said that they can typically be seen in the vicinity of their release for several days.

Henry is very concerned with them "finding their mommies". (He is going through a big mommy stage and wants to know where everyone's and everything's mommy is.)They must be off looking for their mommy because we haven't seen them around. But that's good news to their doting caretaker Henry.
Here is Henry releasing the butterflies Monday night.
Thank you Dad and Sandi for the great gift. Henry absolutely loved having these here to watch and take care of. We all learned a lot through the experience. And for those of you who thought you would never read so much about science on my blog, I hope you learned something too! :-)

6 comments:

Erica said...

That's so neat! It was a great birthday gift. It's sweet of Henry to be concerned about the butterflies finding their "mommies." This was one of my favorite things to do with my classes. There's something special about seeing caterpillars transform into beautiful butterflies.
I always hated making the transfer though (from jar to butterfly house) and would make lots of faces, and my students thought that was really funny.
Love you,
Erica

Holstix said...

The butterflies are such a great idea! I love it! Your children are so beautiful. LOVE the blog.

Christina said...

Erica, I will totally agree with you about making the transfer. Who knew there would be so much poop and sticky webbing everywhere? Patrick was in charge of the transfer!

Amy Kate said...

You're way better off with the caterpillars than the ant farms...the ants come in a creepy test tube and they are all tangled up together and seem angry! Plus our "little hands" liked to pick up the ant farm all the time, which jostled them and, I believe, caused some trauma leading to the death of half of them. It's all weird. Just be glad for butterflies!

Unknown said...

Great idea! We have done these for the past 2 years. It has become a tradition. Kaylee LOVES it and after we set our butterflies free she likes to find more bugs to put in the "bug house". Our first group of them only 1 became a butterfly, this year 4 out of the 5 made it....thank goodness :)

Anonymous said...

I'm glad you enjoyed the butterflies. They did have ant farms at the store also, but I remember our ants escaping from the ant farm when I was a kid. Something Mimi did not appreciate, so I decided that butterflies would be a safer insect experience.
Love,
Sandi