My 7-year-old nephew, Chase, has been studying butterflies in school. As part of the class, the teacher had several caterpillars, and the class was able to watch the life cycle as they spun their chrysalis' and then hatched into butterflies. If students wanted, they could then take a butterfly home. Those that were not taken home were released on a warm day.
Chase was very excited to bring home his butterfly. He named it Kramba. My sister built a butterfly house for him, and Chase packed the butterfly with him all over the house, to the bedroom, the kithen, and the bathroom.
A day later, there was a death in my brother-in-law's family, and they needed to fly to South Dakota for the funeral. Sarah called, asking if Scott and I would take Kramba. Keep in mind, a butterfly's life span is only about a week, and they were going to be gone for 5 days. Chase is so sensitive, but we tried to explain that Kramba might not be alive when he got back. He understood.
I am happy to announce that Kramba the Butterfly survived his week at Aunt Becca's and is now back at home with Chase. Phew! I don't know why I felt so much pressure to keep that thing alive! Probably because I can't stand to see Chase hurt or upset.
Chase is planning on releasing the butterfly so it has a chance to fly.