I Hate to Have to Tell You This

At least he didn’t suffer Herod’s gruesome fate. He just simply stopped munching. We don’t know why.

This hasn’t been our year for butterflies.

And there are no signs of life from the caterpillar-husk we thought The Monster was pupating inside, nor any other indication that the ravenous worm-thing exists in any form.

Perplexing.

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1. 

   Karen E. says:

   My sympathies to your kids!

   We once had one that went into a cocoon and never came out. You never know why ….

   We currently have a tiny, tiny cricket in captivity and he’s happily munching away on tomato, banana and peanut butter sandwich.

   Well, Ramona has just requested yet another showing of Wonderboy standing up. Off to the movies!

   On June 30, 2006 at 5:43 am

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   Laurie says:

   I’m so sad to hear it!! I was rooting for Herodotus and checking in on him every day. DH collected a few chrysallis last year and they stayed in a jar on our porch all winter. We imagined what would emerge all winter long. And still they sit, in exactly the same spot. 🙁 I think Herodotus was my last chance at ‘life’ for those poor caterpillars.

   Ode to Herodotus

   Poor ol’ Herodotus
   Short was your time with us.
   We prayed every day
   Our fears to allay.
   Homer and you are dust.

   On July 1, 2006 at 5:38 pm