If there's one thing to know about Maxwell, it is that he is obsessed with bugs. (The mention of bugs has not been neglected in any way on this blog. For additional reading, see: Favorite Bug Books, Even More Bug Books, and Some Bugs.)
A few recent examples will suffice to demonstrate this boy's dedication and devotion to all things creepy and crawly:
- At our family reunion last week, Max told my sister she could be his favorite aunt . . . if she would catch grasshoppers with him.
- He has been known to say (on several occasions): "Bugs love me. They hear my voice and come to me." The bug-whisperer right here, folks.
- A couple of nights ago, there was a fight between the three boys over who got to catch the mayfly that was bouncing its way around our window. Because who wouldn't want to cup a mayfly between your hands? ( . . . not me)
Max was in love the minute he saw the caterpillar. I, on the other hand, was a little nervous. Did I really want the responsibility of trying to keep a caterpillar alive? Where was I going to find fresh milkweed for him to eat every day? What if the leaves were too big or too mature or too dry for his liking? (Please, if you've kept a monarch caterpillar before, share your tips with me!)
Also, I had no idea how much caterpillars eat. There's a reason there's a book called, The Very Hungry Caterpillar. Luckily, another sister-in-law knew about a nearby patch of milkweed, so he's not going to starve. It's kind of crazy to watch him munch away on a big green leaf. He's already grown quite a bit.
P.S. For a little reading on the subject, here are a few books we like: