A jar of caterpillars sat next to a vase of flowers as the centerpiece on our kitchen table for many days leading up to Easter. They were the talk of every mealtime, as the girls gathered around and pressed their faces together to see how much their beloved critters had grown since the last meal. We watched them grow from tiny baby insects into plump, furry, hungry caterpillars, day by day. To our girls, these weren’t just bugs; they were special members of our family, each deserving of a unique name. Fuzzy Wuzzy. Archie. Isla. Kyla. Banana Boat. Suddenly, cocoons formed, and the caterpillars retreated into their hiding place, suspended from the vented lid of their jar. At this point, they weren’t much to look at from day to day, but we knew something special was happening inside. So we waited. And waited. When the timing seemed right, we transferred the cocoons into their butterfly habitat (read: when we realized we had accidentally thrown away th