with no pics, as the results are less than photogenic ...
our 2 catterpillas became three when another nice fat juicy one turned up in another organic green, but oddly, right after this the smallest catty-piller disapeared - now theres a question for home educaters everywhere - where do the dead ones go? no sign of him climbing dining room walls in a bid to escape ...
today i went to fling out old leaves and green poohs, and i couldnt find any of them, then found that one catterpillow had mashed himself into some drier leaves, using some kind of webby glue to bind himself in there, and you could see a bit of him through a hole in the leafy, thready mess. and he looks all yellow and maggot like. lovely.
but this could well be good news, and i moved this remaining (pupa?) into a cooler spot so he can, pupate ...
oh well, no more wrigglers to handle. i'll have to explain the bit about long sleeps now. which isn't like being dead. we have done dead worms and slugs, you see ...
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I like that scene in Silence of the Lambs when Clarice Starling says "there was something stuck in his throat" and Hannibal says, very chillingly, and knowingly, "was it... a butterfly?" "yesh dr lector, yesh it was". Maybe you could reenact that line pretty soon when someone tells you that a cocoon has opened to reveal something splendid.
what fun! I hadsome wonderful woolly bears that emerged as beautiful moths during the day in a class I was teaching. Hope that happens for you. The next lot I tried were parasitised by ichneumen flies that lay there eggs inside the catrpillar then eat there way out. Explain that!
Raggy if you want cattabugs go down the coast in the summer and help me relocate ours in the veggie garden.
Might be a couple of sprouts in it for you x Michele
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