If you know Katrina at all you know that
she is a collector.
Rock collections.
Shell collections.
Sticker collections.
Worm collections.
Not long ago we were at my parents
and Katrina discovered a moth inside the house.
She quickly asked Nana for something to put it into.
Nana grabbed the closest thing around,
a quart-size jar.
Perfect, right?
Right.
Unless it has a little water residue in it
from when it was last washed....
Poor little moth didn't know what
hit her when she fell into a pool of water
at the bottom of her new home.
She was dead before she knew what
she landed in.
Needless to say, Katrina was devastated.
She has not had a pet discovery since
Lily Ann and her
second-cousins twice-removed.
We brought the jar home
as she was so hopeful that her newest pet
would make a recovery.
It never did.
Well, today Nana made up for that grave error.
Today at our family Christmas gathering
Grandpa and Nana gave Katrina something
even better than a real moth in a jar.
They gave Katrina a "My Pet Butterfly."
It is an ingenious invention.
It is a very real looking butterfly inside of a
plastic quart-size jar.
And when the jar is tapped, the butterfly flies around
inside the jar.
Her eyes were as wide as saucers when she figured
out what it was.
She named her butterfly "Jingles."
Our only concern is that she is adament that we
feed "Jingles" and she is asking everyone
she sees if they know anything about butterflies
and what they eat.
For now, we have her convinced that they eat air
and that there is enough air in the jar to last her quite a while.