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Joe the Bug Hunter: The Apprentice

“What’s that Joe?”

“A worm.”

“Oh. What’s that Joe?”

“A beetle.”

“Oh. Joe, what’s that?”

Joe sighed and looked at his younger brother Jake. He’d nicknamed him “What’s That” for obvious reasons.

“What’s tha—”

“Jake, you’re driving me crazy!” Joe shouted.

Joe instantly regretted his outburst as Jake looked down at his toes with a sad face. He put his arm around his little brother and smiled.

“Tell you what buddy, how about I take you on my next bug hunt and show you how it’s done?”

Jake smiled and nodded his head, a gleam of excitement in his eyes.

Joe was going to take him on a bug hunt!

***

“Over here is where I let the praying mantis loose. It’s helping keep pests like aphids and Japanese beetles away.”

“Cool,” said Jake. “Can we find it?”

Joe grinned and shook his head. He knew it would be near impossible to spot the insect. It camouflaged itself too well. He was lucky to have found one.

Jake and Joe walked throughout the property stopping every once and awhile to investigate for worms under rocks, or for Joe to tell of the many adventures he’d had hunting for bugs.

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By the time Joe had told of all his adventures, it was dusk and time to go in for dinner.

Joe smiled as he watched Jake bounce up to the house and thought of the time he and his cousins had started a war with Japanese beetles.

They were outnumbered and ready to give in when Jake came running out with the dust buster…the original bug gun before Joe upgraded.

Jake had saved the day.

Joe stopped, an idea had suddenly popped into his head.

He had been overwhelmed with the amount of bugs in the garden and swales this year. He’d found a black slug and a weird worm already, not to mention the creatures he’d collected in the early spring.

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He needed help. He needed someone to train in the art of hunting bugs.

With twinkling eyes he ran after Jake.

“Hey Jake! I have an idea…”

 

 

All About that Borage

Yesterday, we planted borage in our kitchen garden, the strawberry patch, the vineyard and the fedge.

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The chickens had been moving over the kitchen garden all winter, scratching, eating and fertilizing the ground. My spade slid into the soil with no resistance.

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We decided to plant borage everywhere this year.  It proved to be a successful trap crop in the never ending war against the dreaded Japanese beetle.

The beautiful, purple herb lured the garden curse away from our other plants. The pests could not resist it’s dusky purple flowers.

I had two eager planting partners. Jake and Joe were quite the team.

They used new garden tools they got as an early Easter gift. Joe loosened up the soil with his little rake, Jake sprinkled powdered egg shells over the roughed up patch and they both dropped seeds and covered them with a layer of dirt.

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While Boots basked in the warm glow of the sun, we were all hard at work digging and raking and planting.

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The planting did not keep their attention for long. Joe found a caterpillar and, not to be outdone by his brother, Jake found a worm.

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While I finished planting seeds, the boys huddled around their prizes, trying to figure out what to feed them. 

Or, rather, who to feed them to.

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A lovely day for planting
For sowing many seeds
The sun shown down so brightly
A gorgeous day indeed

Joe the Bug Hunter: The Big Thaw

Joe sat staring at the fast melting snow. He was excited to see a glimpse of grass, even if it was brown and lifeless.

No, not lifeless. He knew that under the surface worms would soon be wriggling and ants would be waking…waiting for the day they could all come out to gather food for the year.

Winter had been cold and quiet in the bug hunting business. Sure, Joe came across the occasional spider or cricket. Once he even found a centipede in the basement…he smiled remembering how much that find freaked his mom out. Other than that though, his Bug Gun had stayed in its case, untouched.

But, Spring was coming soon. He first realized it when he came downstairs and saw his mom starting seeds.

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Then, they brought home a new batch of chicks. Once the shock of the move had worn off, he started instruct them on bug hunting methods.

The Rhode Islands they’d bought last year were great bug assassins, but these Red Stars would have the benefit of his expert training.

Plus, they were eager to learn.

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But the best news of Spring came when his mom looked at the forecast.

“Looks like Winter is on it’s way out!” she exclaimed.

“Really?” Joe could hardly contain his glee.

“Yep, the highs next week are in the mid to high 50’s.”

Joe jumped up at this happy piece of news and did a little jig before racing back to his bedroom.

“Where are you going Joe?”

But he didn’t hear his mom’s question. He was already in his room opening up his Bug Gun case. He pulled it out and began to clean it and check the batteries.

“Time to get you ready for Spring!”

A Favorite Bug Hunter Story

While backing up my stories and getting ready for the writer’s workshop that starts in a couple of weeks, I have run across some of my favorite stories–the tales that were most fun to write.

Here’s an oldie from before we decided to get chickens.

Joe the Bug Hunter: Grasshoppers in the Mulch
Originally posted 10/29/2013

It was a crisp October day and Joe was outside walking the property. With his bug gun in his holster he wandered by a pile of wood chips the family had planned to use for mulching the garden beds. He stopped suddenly when he saw a few chips puff up in the air.

Slowly he approached the pile of mulch. With his super sensitive hearing, honed to sense bug sounds, Joe could hear the “Puff, puff, puff!” of the chips as they flew in the air. Joe crouched down and waited to see what was causing this movement.

After a few moments, three or four tiny grasshoppers jumped in unison, almost gracefully, above the pile. Joe smiled and reached for his weapon but stopped short, remembering he would need to observe and research the habits of these creatures first to discover why they had come to invade his mulch.

Slowly, Joe put the “observation” attachment onto his bug gun and captured one of the grasshoppers. He carried it back to the porch and dumped it into the bug house, a perfect place to observe…close up…the activities of the grasshopper. Now for the research.

Joe knew that grasshoppers liked to eat cereals, leaves and…well…grasses. He also knew that they did virtually no preparation for winter hibernation. So he was a bit surprised to see them in the wood chips in October. Why weren’t they in the huge grassy field gorging themselves as they are known to do?

After researching for a bit, he learned a few surprising things about the pest. Apparently, their little bodies are high in nitrogen, so in their death they not only help the decomposition of plants, they also help with soil amendment. They do a better job of this then large piles of poo because they have little bodies that are more easily broken down in the soil.

But…the benefit of these little guys does not outweigh the risk of millions attacking and ruining a robust and thriving garden so the grasshopper must go. After combing all his usual sources Joe was certain of what steps needed to be taken.

He smiled, knowing that he would be getting a few new pets on the homestead.

“Mom! We need chickens!”

***

And now we have them!

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Joe the Bug Hunter: First in the Series

The inspiration for Joe the Bug Hunter, in case it is not obvious, came from Joe’s love/obsession with all things bug related. They officially started after he got a Bug Gun and Bug House from his grandma.

Just about every story is loosely–sometimes very loosely–based on actual events. Usually, Joe would either bring a bug to me or take me to a bug and a story would start unfolding in my head.

I would research, write and edit until I had a story that was educational and entertaining for the boys, and hopefully for others.

Joe loves to hear these stories.

First, the intro to the character–originally posted 10/13/2013.

Introducing Joe the Bug Hunter

Lissa’s cactus had finally bloomed.

One gorgeous pink flower that lasted a little over a day.

Joe stood on the deck admiring it.

By the next day, the flower had shriveled and fallen off onto the deck.

Joe frowned, staring at the spot on the cactus where the flower used to be.

He squinted, looking closer…something was moving on the cactus.

He looked closer still and saw a tiny black and gray spider crawling around a cactus spine.

He knew what he had to do.

He went into his room and, making sure no one was watching, opened the secret compartment in his toy box.

He pulled out his safari hat, bug house and bug gun. These are the tools he would need to investigate what had happened to the flower. Joe just knew that the spider had something to do with its untimely demise.

Joe the Bug Hunter was on the case!

***

Then, the first full story originally posted on 10/20/2013.

Joe the Bug Hunter: The Case of the Horned Worm

Something was eating the tomatoes.

Joe sat on the deck staring at the plants and wondering.

The plants were too close to the house for it to be deer so it must be a rabbit on stilts doing all this damage. He knew what had to be done so he went inside to get his tools.

Armed with the bug gun and bug house, he quietly walked through the tomato plants observing the bug life.

Ladybugs. Those were good to have around. They eat those pesky aphids.

Butterflies and bumblebees. Known pollinators…essential bugs for the garden.

Worms. Wait. Huge worms. Green, striped, GIGANTIC worms!

Joe slowly raised his bug gun and opened the house, ready for this unknown bug. He pulled the trigger and with a “thwap” the worm was contained safely in the house. He put some leaves from the tomato plants in with it so he could observe and discover its weaknesses.

Joe sat and watched.

At first, the worm just lay there. Probably too scared to move in the presence of such a skilled bug hunter, thought Joe.

Then, slowly, it started chomping, and before he knew it, an entire stem was stripped of its leaves and the horned worm was wrapped around a cherry tomato chomping away.

After finishing the tomato off, the worm lay back seeming to drift off to sleep. Satisfied that he had enough information, Joe went inside and started to research this type of wormy behavior.

At first, all signs pointed to the “tomato horn worm”. Big, green, striped and eats tomatoes. But on closer examination, the stripes were not quite right. The tomato horn worm had 8 v-shaped stripes while the worm Joe had captured had 7 diagonal gray and white stripes.

Then he found it. The tobacco horn worm had invaded the garden.

Joe looked at the mega-worm in the bug house, wondering how to exterminate this beast. What would scare it and its buddies away from the garden? The time had come to observe some more.

Joe went back out to the garden, carting his safari chair, a bottle of water and a snack.

It would be a long afternoon.

He set up camp behind a screen of tomato plants and waited with his binoculars at the ready.

Before long, the horned worms started slithering up and down the tomato plants, chewing and chomping away. It took all of Joe’s self control not to pull his bug gun out right then.

More time passed. Joe was just about to pack up for the day when he saw it. One of the worms had what appeared to be tiny white rice all over its body. He whipped out his magnifying glass to take a closer look.

The tiny white rice specks were actually tiny white cocoons. Not wanting to kill what could be a potential friend to the garden, Joe went back inside to do a bit more research…and it’s a good thing he did.

The cocoons belonged to a wasp that lay eggs just under the skin of hornworms, providing ready food for the baby wasps when they are born. The growing wasps pretty much suck the life out of the hornworm so that when they finally emerge, ready to start out on their own, the hornworm has no energy to continue its assault on the tomato plants.

Joe leaned back in his chair with a satisfied smile on his face. The troops were already deployed…all he had to do was make sure that there was plenty of cilantro and dill planted to attract them to their prey.

Time for a tall glass of milk and a sleeve of Oreos.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Workshop: Day 1

I signed up for a two-day workshop about a month ago – Writing and Publishing a Children’s Book.

I wasn’t sure what to expect that first day. I’d never been to a writing workshop before.

I came prepared and ready to learn with my notebook and a folder with a few of my stories from Joe the Bug Hunter, Adventures in Homesteading, Audrey and the Bubblebath Kids and Mischief Makers.

There were 7 of us in total, including the instructor, Dawn Malone. As an icebreaker we all shared what had brought us to the workshop.

We were all at different stages in our lives, careers and writing. We were there to learn more about what inspires writing, the writing process and, of course, how to get published.

Next, Dawn went through all of the formats for publishing children’s literature: magazine stories, board books, easy readers for the beginning reader, chapter books, middle grade novels, young adult and picture books–the format I want to focus on.

Then we talked about what inspires us to write and Dawn said something that hit me.

People always say to ‘write what you know’, but that can be limiting and should be expanded to ‘write what you know and what you are interested in’.

By writing what interests you, you learn and grow both as a person and as an writer.

For example, the main character in Joe the Bug Hunter is based on my son and his interest in bugs. I don’t know a much about bugs, but I have endless material to use because I am interested in learning how to rid my garden of all pests. Extremely interested.

Story ideas can also come from childhood memories. The characters in Audrey and the Bubblebath Kids, for instance, are based on the imaginary friends I had when I was 6.

Inspiration can come from themes other authors have covered, present experiences and observation of others.

Nim and Lil were inspired by the Elf on the Shelf and the fun my kids had discovering their tricks every morning in December.

And, the stories of the mice in Adventures in Homesteading all sparked from the sight of a little mouse tail in my garage.

When the workshop ended for the day, I couldn’t believe three and a half hours had already passed. I was brimming with all of the exciting new knowledge I had gained in that short window of time.

As I climbed into the passenger seat of the truck, Ray asked me how it went. I smiled, overflowing with excitement and told him all about it.

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Feet First

With some encouragement from family and friends, I’ve decided to look into getting some of my stories published.

In looking back through all I’ve written over the past two years, I’ve found that I’ve built quite an extensive portfolio: Joe the Bug Hunter, Audrey and the Bubblebath Kids, Adventures in Homesteading and Mischief Makers plus all of the kooky poetry and haikus I’ve composed on gardening.

So why not give it a go?

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I’m just in the beginning stages of research, but so far I’ve found that there are two main options for publishing a book: self-publishing and traditional publishing.

In researching the traditional method, the common theme is that it takes time and patience…and a thick skin.

First, you have to find an agent, which takes time.

Once that’s done, the agent will want to revise your book before showing editors and publishing houses, which takes more time.

If said agent finds an editor willing to buy your book, you’re in for another round (or several rounds) of revisions before the book even goes into production. And then you may not even recognize the story as the one you initially wrote. The whole process could be a horrible experience…or a wonderful one. Which takes even more time.

In all, it could be a year or more before your precious book is published, and then…what if no one buys it? Or worse…it gets a really bad review?

On the flip side, going the traditional route has its benefits.

If the book gets picked up, you’ll have editors, an illustrator, a printer, distributor and promoters, plus a nice up-front payment. It may take a few years, but if the book is a success you’ll start receiving royalties and have only paid with your time and tears.

Then there is the self-publishing route. It’s the same steps as the traditional route, but you have to pay up front for editing, illustrating, producing, promoting, printing and distributing the book.

You, the author, also have more control over the book and content. No one can tell you to cut a scene you feel is integral to the storyline. But, as a stay-at-home mom, novice blogger, budding gardener and beginning writer…do I really have the time, money and energy it takes to self-publish with any success?

I don’t want to dip my toes in the water, I want to jump in with both feet and I’d like a guide (in the form of a nice agent) to help me on my journey.

On the other hand, I don’t want to limit myself to just one storyline, one editor or one publisher “guide”.

I want to keep writing and putting more content out there for feedback.

Then I realized, I don’t want to do traditional publishing or self-publishing…at least not right now.

I’m already putting my content out there. It’s on this blog. I share it on Facebook. And, some of my readers are kind enough to share my blog with others.

I’m getting feedback all the time. The next step is to start networking and sharing with other aspiring authors–gaining insight from their experience, giving and getting feedback in writing forums.

I don’t need to limit myself to one path right now. I’m not a professional author and my stories, while think are good, are far from polished.

For right now, I’m going to continue writing all of the stories that are racing through my mind. I’m going to be happy that I’ve found the writing bug again…that my creativity and imagination continue to flow.

I’m not going to limit myself and pull my focus away from doing what I enjoy…but I am going to start having the confidence to promote my stories and treat my writing as an art rather than just a hobby.

Joe the Bug Hunter: Pest Patrol

Church had just let out and Joe was waiting for his Mom outside.

“What is that? he heard his friend Ayla exclaim. He wandered over to where she was looking at something on the side walk. When he saw what she was looking at, he picked up his pace.

“Whoa! I’ve never seen one in real life before!”

“What is it?” Ayla asked.

A slow smile spread across Joe’s face. He had always wanted to see one of these up close.

“It’s a praying mantis!”

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As luck would have it, Joe had his bug gun and bug house in the van. He sprinted to retrieve them, asking Ayla to watch the bug while he was gone.

Getting the mantis into the bug house proved to be somewhat difficult. Too big to fit in the chamber of the bug gun, Joe had to resort to picking it up. This resulted in a terrified squeal from Ayla and a moment of panic for Joe. The mantis, feeling threatened, bit Joe on the finger. Not enough to draw blood or even to really hurt…just to scare him.

The mantis rode safely stowed in the bug house on Joe’s lap while his mom drove home.

Once there, Joe hopped out of the van and raced for the door.

“Just a minute sweetie!” called his mom. “Please don’t take that thing in the house. We don’t know enough about it yet…it may be able to pry the lid off the bug house and escape for all we know.”

Joe laughed, but obeyed his mom and set the bug house on the back deck before heading inside and grabbing a few references and his Kindle.

He settled in his chair on the deck to study this carnivorous bug. He found that the mantis can live up to 12 months and get up to 6″ long. He peeked inside his bug house. His was easily 6 inches…about the size of a dollar bill.

It’s called the “praying” mantis because its front legs are bent as if they are in prayer. Joe looked more closely and to his surprise, the mantis looked back at him. It seemed to be checking out its new environment. Its head turned 180 degrees, scanning its new digs.

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They come in green and brown so that they can easily hide in the garden where they normally live, and wait to ambush any unfortunate bugs with their spiky legs and lightning fast reflexes. Their meals and snacks of choice are moths, crickets, grasshoppers, flies and other such insects.

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Sometimes, they’ll eat their own if they are hungry enough. But, they can go for up to two weeks without food.

They camouflage themselves so well that Joe counted himself lucky to have found one…or lucky that Ayla had found one.

Joe stopped reading for a moment and thought back to what they ate. He quickly typed in a few search terms and hit enter.

Just what he thought. The praying mantis does not discriminate on what bugs it eats. From garden predators like squash bugs and bean beetles to honeybees and other beneficials…all are fair game for this beastly predator. However, several sites said that, like all carnivorous insects, the mantis will go after the easy kill.

Drumming his fingers, Joe thought back to all of the problems his mom had had with her garden this year–specifically, with insects like squash bugs, vine borers, Japanese beetles and aphids. While the mantis will not eat the plants, it may come across a beneficial that looks like a tasty morsel.

With a determined look, Joe decided it was worth the risk. There were so many critters that either hurt the garden or didn’t give one thought to all of the tasty vegetables and herbs that there would be plenty for this mantis to feast on.

After taking a few pictures, Joe released his new pet into the kitchen garden. It sat for a moment and looked around before, with super speed, it went after its first kill.

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“Oh Mom,” he said with a grin. “Guess what I’ve got patrolling for pests!”

 

 

Joe the Bug Hunter: Reinforcements

Tired, hot and hungry, Joe trudged up the deck steps with his bug gun trailing behind him. He’d just dumped a bug house full of Japanese beetles into the chicken feeder; his bounty after hours of hunting.

“There’s just too many,” he mumbled.

“What’s that sweetie?” his mom asked.

“Oh nothing,” he said. “Just tired from the latest beetle battle. I didn’t even get half of them today.”

“Hmmm…maybe you need reinforcements,” suggested his mom.

Yeah right, he thought. Who would he enlist for such a task?

Then he smiled. He knew exactly who to call.

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Joe waited impatiently for his new team to arrive. The beetles were swarming. He could almost hear them eating the garden.

“They’re here Joe!” his mom shouted.

Joe hurried in to the kitchen to meet them.

Issabella and Cheyenne, Joe’s cousins, strode into the kitchen with a look of excitement in their eyes. After some small talk, the trio sat down at the table while Joe’s mom got the milk and cookies. It was time to talk business.

“Issabella, you will be the spotter. You have sharp eyes and you are quick.”

“What about me?” asked Cheyenne.

Joe grinned at Cheyenne. “You and I will be the shooters.”

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The three cousins stood outside under the playset as Joe laid out the game plan.

“Wow,” said Isabbella. “You weren’t kidding when you said gazillions of them.”

Cheyenne checked her bug gun to make sure everything was secure and attached the laser light.

“OK, here’s the plan. First, we’ll hit the roses and strawberries. The strawberries are pretty much done for the year, but Mom is getting really upset about the state of the roses.”

“Got it,” said Cheyenne.

“Next,” he continued, “we’ll check the fedge and the vineyard before heading to the back gardens. They’ve really attacked the Jerusalem artichoke and okra there. After that, we’ll head over to the kitchen garden. Mom planted borage as a trap crop, but we still need to get them away from everything else.”

Joe looked at the girls. Issabella was bouncing on the balls of her feet, itching to get started. Cheyenne was scoping out the landscape, eager to pull the trigger on her bug gun.

“Alright, let’s go!” said Joe.

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At first, the hunt was going quite well. Issabella, with her super-duper vision was darting across the yard, spotting beetles and calling them out to the shooters.

Cheyenne was laughing maniacally, throwing her head back after each thwap! of her gun, and Joe was in his element, filling his bug house with thousands of the beetles.

Then, something changed. The beetles suddenly seemed aware that they were being hunted. They formed a cloud and swarmed towards the trio of hunters.

“RUN!” screamed Issabella.

“What’s happening? What are they doing?” yelled Cheyenne above the buzzing.

“REVENGE!” shouted Joe.

The three cousins took cover under the playset as the beetles circled. Joe was racking his brain, trying to figure a way out of this.

“We have to make a run for the house. It’s the only way,” he finally said.

The girls nodded grimly. Cheyenne holstered her weapon and Issabella tied her shoes. They both nodded to Joe. They were ready.

As they ran, Issabella, Cheyenne and Joe wildly swung their arms trying to fight the beetles off. They were just about to stop, drop and roll when suddenly a tiny tornado came barreling out of the weeds wielding a bug vacuum.

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“It’s Jacob!” Joe shouted. “He’s come to save the day!”

And the Pest Patrol was born…

Joe the Bug Hunter: Comma or Question Mark?

Joe was out wandering through the vineyard where hops, hardy kiwi and grapes were growing. True, it was small right now, but someday…

Seeing something odd on the hops, he stopped to take a look. There was a very strange looking caterpillar crawling on the leaves. On closer inspection, he found 5 more and they all appeared to be feasting on the hops…the hops that his dad planned to use for brewing.

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“Uh oh.”

Joe used his bug gun to pull them off the leaves. He captured 7 total and fed 4 to the chickens…there was really only room for 3 in the bug house.

Grabbing his Kindle and a glass of milk, Joe set the bug house on the kitchen table and settled in to do some research.

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After researching for awhile, Joe had two possible suspects. It was either a comma or question mark caterpillar.  They looked so similar in the young adult stage that it was difficult for Joe to determine which was feasting on his dad’s hops.

The only way to truly identify them, was to wait for the butterflies to emerge.

Joe went to find his mom and dad to tell them of his plan to closely observe the caterpillars until they turned into butterflies. He excitedly explained the process.

“First, the caterpillar puts down a little silky patch under a leaf or twig. Kind of like a little blanket.”

His mom and dad smiled as he continued. His excitement was contagious.

“Then, it sinks it’s little hooks in the silk and hangs upside down…like a bat!”

 

“Wow!” said his mom.

“I know! Then it just starts shedding its skin until the cocoon is done–actually, it’s called a ‘chris-a-liss‘ for a butterfly caterpillar, moth caterpillars make cocoons.”

Joe’s mom had never heard of a chrysalis before. “Oh, what is the difference?”

Joe explained, “A caterpillar that makes a moth spins a cocoon from silk it gets from its spit glands and a caterpillar that makes a butterfly makes a chrysalis with hardened protein–well, it doesn’t really make it, it sheds its skin and voila! there’s the chrysalis.”

Here Joe paused to take a drink of milk.

“Ok,” he continued, “Now comes the really cool part. Inside the chrysalis, the caterpillar eats itself up!”

Blech, thought his mom.

“I know! Isn’t that awesome!” exclaimed Joe, misreading his mom’s disgusted expression.

“If you opened up the chrysalis before the butterfly is fully grown, it would look like caterpillar soup!”

Now his mom was officially grossed out, but Joe was so animated and excited that she let him continue, glad she’d only had a few cups of coffee that morning.

“So once it’s done eating itself, all that is left are these discs. They used the protein goo to form wings, antennae, legs…all the parts of a butterfly! Then, the butterfly emerges up to two weeks later. And check this out,” he said, holding the bug house up, “They are already hanging upside down!”

His mom peered in the bug house and, sure enough, the spiky caterpillars were hanging from the roof, already starting to shed their skin.

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“Can I keep them until the butterflies come out? Pleeeeeeeeeease??”

“Of course,” said his mom.

Joe’s dad had been listening, thinking of all the tiny holes in the leaves of the hops. He was also caught up in Joe’s excitement, but did not want to lose his entire crop to these pests.

“Very cool Joe,” he said with a smile, “Did you find anything about how to get rid of them? So they don’t eat all our hops?”

Joe looked at his dad and smiled.

“Oh dad, I can handle that. I’ll use my bug gun to get them off and then…I’ll squish them!”

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