Aaron got a butterfly treehouse this summer. The treehouse comes with a postcard that you have to send away to get five live caterpillars sent back to you in the mail.
Lillian and I weren’t so sure about the caterpillars’ prospects going through the mail, but we gave it a try anyway. The caterpillars eventually arrived in a little cup with some caterpillar food paste on the bottom. The care instructions were so easy to follow! You don’t have to do anything.
The caterpillars would eat their food, grow and grow, and turn into chrysalises right there in the same cup. And sure enough, they did. Once they turned into chrysalises, we removed them from the cup and attached them to the inside of their treehouse.
After a couple of weeks, the chrysalises opened and revealed the new butterflies. The netting of the treehouse was splattered red all over from the butterflies shaking off the dye that colors their wings.
We kept the butterflies in their treehouse for a few more days, feeding them sugarwater on a papertowel. Then it became time to let them go. We broke out the camera and video camera to record the momentous occasion.
We opened the door, and took turns gently reaching in to bring the butterflies out. I don’t know who started it, but one of us began singing,
Mosura ya Mosura…
Pretty much instantly, the rest of us joined in. We all knew the tune. We were letting the butterflies out to the tune of the Mothra Song.
Who We Were Then
- Maddie (7 years old)
- Aaron (5 years old)
2 replies on “Mosura ya Mosura”
Thanks! I was hoping somebody would get it.