Bella has a new skill: caterpillar whisperer. Along the Oregon Coast Trail she discovered these fuzzy critters.
The rest of the hike went like this:
We’d walk a step…then a scream, “Caterpillar killer!” Mom. Dad. Calvin. Gabby. We were all subject to her accusing screams. Now to be fair, we didn’t harm a single caterpillar. But she just KNEW we would squish them if given the chance.
Luckily, for these poor souls, Bella was there to help them cross to safety and their ultimate destiny. Gently she’d pick each one up and place it in the grass beside the path. “Go! Go and be a beautiful butterfly!” she’d sing as she let them go. It was cute for like the first couple of minutes. Then it just became annoying.
“Mom. At least that’s another butterfly I just saved.” she’d proclaim. Yes, my child, the butterfly savior of the world. Some days I really have to remember who gave birth to her.
She asked what type of caterpillar they were. Again, loser mom, we didn’t have our handbook. So I told her I thought they would become beautiful Monarch butterflies. (At this point I’m pulling stuff out the recesses of my brain to keep her from accusing me of not caring about the plight of fuzzy caterpillars and butterflies). She asked if Monarchs were beautiful. I sighed. Of course. They have not seen an Monarch, because I have not seen one in years. It makes me realize that my daughter has discovered something I choose to ignore. Maybe there’s something wrong with a world that is missing something so amazing as a Monarch butterfly. Perhaps I should be a little more worried about fuzzy caterpillars and missing butterflies.
The rest of the weekend we found a few additional souls to help. She asked why we didn’t have these caterpillars at home. For once, I have no answers to give her. I simply tell her to ask Abba, maybe He can answer her question.
I do know that we’ll be spending the next week studying fuzzy caterpillars and Monarch butterflies. That has to be related to Chemistry and Physics…right?
And for the record, according to the wise one, they are not Monarch caterpillars. They are Beaver caterpillars because they are orange and black. Yep. She’s definitely her father’s daughter.
Note: These caterpillars are actually called Wooly Bear Caterpillars. They are the larva of the Tiger Moth, which looks something like this:
- About Butterflies and Moths
- Butterflies Flutter by NaturExplorers Unit from Shining Dawn Books
- Life Cycle of the Monarch Butterfly
- Oregon Butterflies