One of my hopes for this summer is to take a few moments to savor the small things. To do nothing, but watch.
Meet Zebra, our newest little crawly friend. He (she, it?) is a Black Swallowtail caterpillar and he is currently being fed a constant supply of fresh dill from the garden, and showered daily with flowers for his home, a retired fish bowl.
Yesterday, he looked completely different, but this morning at breakfast, while the kids were trying to decide on his name and I was trying to decide if he was dead or alive, he started wiggling around and slid right out of his skin. Thus, Zebra was named.
That rather horrible thing behind him is the old skin. Isn't he lovely though, with his new outfit?