This afternoon, Snacks and I released his caterpillars back into the woods by the school where he and Brenna found them last week. He had me take a picture of each and every one of them just before he let it go. This is a picture of his very favorite one, "Snowy White".
While he cried a little about it last night as we talked about doing the "right thing" and letting the caterpillars go, he was in good spirits about it today. I was really proud of him and told him so.
On the way home, we stopped at the fish store to do some information gathering about getting him his very first pet (if you don't count the caterpillars, of course...or the dog that we've had since long before he was born...).
I thought I'd get him a couple of goldfish in a bowl (he planned to name one of them "Greg" and Sissy was going to get to name the other one--I'm sure it would have been something like, "Orange Fish" or just plain, "Fishy"), but it turns out that it's a myth that goldfish can live comfortably in a GOLDFISH BOWL--they actually need a larger tank, and an air filter, and some other things that total up to over $200 just to get you started.
After a call to Gramma Ruth to see if she'd take care of his new fish while we are out of town next week, we left with a gorgeous (and much, much cheaper) betta (Siamese fighting fish).
Released from the teeny tiny vase he has been living in for who-knows-how-long, he is now happily settled in his spacious new home (a.k.a. my old kombucha crock) and, I must say, he looks mah-velous as the new center piece on our dining room table.