Our New Pet

Brent and I are not pet people.  At all.  We don't have pets.  We won't have pets.  Especially a dog.  Nope, nope, nope.  A friend of ours had some caterpillars from a school  project and gave us one.  Kirstie was so excited to have a "pet!"  Ok, we can handle this kind of pet.  It was really neat to watch it grow and transform into the chrysallis.  Then one morning we woke up to a butterfly!  And it was perfect timing too-- Kirstie was the special helper at school that day because they were celebrating her pretend-birthday.  (Her birthday is in July).  So, she got to bring the butterfly for show & tell.

We kept it in the jar for a couple of days, putting sugar water and flowers in the jar for food.  When Brent and I woke up the next morning, we didn't think the butterfly had survived because it was laying there upside down.  Luckily, it was fine-- that could've been traumatic.  We let the butterfly go that evening.  Kirstie was so sad about it.  Everytime she sees a jar like the one we kept it on, she tells us that she misses our butterfly. 

Look closely on the ground in front of me and you can see the butterfly on the ground.  It didn't stay around long-- just enough to capture these two pictures.

This isn't the best picture, but here she is after preschool with her birthday crown and butterfly jar in hand.