"I really should put a net over Greeny's pupa," I've been saying for the last fortnight. "I'll do it soon. At least before he hatches."
Well, we all know how this one ends.
This morning I decided that enough procrastination was enough, and I was going to put a little net over his egg-carton accommodation to capture him if/when he hatched. And, predictably, this is what I found:
|"Greeny is risen!" - "He is risen indeed!"|
See, this here is what we call a "Fail." Sure, I'll spin this somehow: "Greeny has hatched while we weren't watching and flapped off to live somewhere, in the trees perhaps, and he's very very happy there ..." and the discarded pupa will go to school for Show and Tell (which will be a relief because it looked like this week's Show and Tell was going to be a doorknob, an implausible story involving a mattock and a few bits of broken door,) but still.
I could easily have not procrastinated on the net and have Greeny the Moth to show the children this afternoon after school. There could have been a triumphant release and the children could send him off with fond wishes that he may parent many babies, much to Sue Ellen's completely justified horror and disgust.
But instead, Greeny seems to have hatched and hidden himself inside somewhere and isn't making himself easy to find. If we do find him, it could still end poorly as I'm reminded how easy it is to crunch the life out of a child's beloved moth by the simple action of shutting a door.
Somehow, I knew the Greeny story wasn't going to end with the completion of the Life Cycle loop. Jolly Greeny.
Greeny Part 1: "Greeny"
Greeny Part 2: "Goodbye my larva, 'tis time to pupate"