Needless to say, it was very hard to get the kids to come inside to get ready for bed. Daddy had to ‘crack the
whip’... We would not allow it to be caged it overnight. We hoped it would be on its way... doing what it was meant
The next morning Alex was up bright and early - dressed and out the door to look for his friend. He was very
upset he couldn’t find it. He wanted to stay home so he could search for it. However, today was Field Day and he was
torn on whether to stay home or go to school for the fun.... Mommy rules... off to school he went. Daddy was staying home
so he could go to some of the events. He went into the backyard to water some plants... and almost stepped on the moth. It
blended in with the dirt. Sadly... it was not looking too strong. We decided to put a grate over it to protect it
from birds - hoping it would gather more strength later on - besides it was not supposed to be out during the day...
was happy to hear that it was still here. He couldn’t wait to get home to see it again.
Unfortunately it was
not a good prognosis. It should have flown off by now... it couldn’t even fly... sad. I fear another life lesson is
I re-visited the Internet for information, hoping for some insight. Turns out that they do not eat or drink.
In fact they do not have a mouth at all! They just transform to mate and lay eggs. As I looked at the photos on the site,
I notice the eggs... these were the same things all over the bug cage... what I thought was moth poop, was
eggs!!! I had visions of this poor thing conceiving thru the screen, much like some people do thru sheets... Could this be?
Nevertheless, we have Polyphemus eggs to go with the Moth itself. Can we handle any more?!
We put the moth, now
named ‘Mary Moth’ per Alex, in the garden. There was plenty for her to hide in and under. Sean came over
to take some pictures. This had to be documented... There was a slew of kids gawking, in awe, and wonderment.
neighbor, Pat, suggested we retrieve it now and press it between the pages of a book. Being viewed as the cause of death of
‘Mary’ was more than I could bear. Even though it was obvious that it was imminent. I figured I would take the
carcass and frame it later - much like they do at museums.
Well... that plan didn’t work. The next morning Alex
ran outside to see if he could find the moth. He returned rather quickly with tears in his eyes. He was holding in his hand
one velvety wing. I followed him outside to the spot he found it... only to find the rest of the wings crumpled and strewn
over the ground.
He stomped and cried all over the yard. He dropped to his knees to carefully pick up all the remains
of Mary. Only one wing was still flat, the rest showed the insults of attack. He carried them into the house and put them
into an envelope and labeled it "Mary Moth. Thank you for gracing us with your presence. We will take care of
your babies for you. Love, Alex and Charlee"
I tried to explain the circle of life... again.
It seems to be a major topic of discussion in this house. "‘Mary’ did what she was supposed to do. Change,
lay her eggs, and be food for someone else." And boy what a tasty treat she must have been. I shudder to think. Alex
insisted that June 16 and 17th be day of remembrance. I said ‘OK’. He asked that we
do what is necessary to help the babies survive. I said ‘OK’. He asked if we could bury her remains
in the garden. I said ‘OK’. Charlee stood by his side, respectfully, the entire time. Any where
Alex walked, Charlee followed. The two of them, in unison, paced the house trying to figure what to do.
with a box. A HUGE box, way oversized for the small flat envelope. It was the plastic box I use for Charlee’s Barbie
dolls - about 3 times the size of a large shoe box. This was monumental. I was surprised that Charlee relinquished this for
burial purposes. They stood before me with droopy, puppy dog eyes and listened to me say.... ‘NO!’
I went into the drawer to get a plastic zip lock bag. Not good enough for Alex. He did not want her to be squished.
there ‘Mary’ she sits... on our counter waiting for some form of action... I hope that feelings subside, time
softens the pain, before the next life lesson shows up....
Besides we now have babies to focus on and raise... I hope
my trees survive...