Chrysalis
My son is raising butterflies. He got 6 caterpillars in a little cup and we have been watching them eat and grow.
I really think I might end up being an interfering grandmother one of these days, despite the best of intentions. I was watching those caterpillars and expecting them to be right on schedule and starting to harp when they weren’t. My son kept saying, “Mom, they will get there when they are ready. Stop worrying about it.” Of course, he was right. We now have 6 little chrysali 🙂
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