Little butterfly

Today we headed to the butterfly house at the Natural History Museum, as promised. I soon found a little friend.

But Hannah and Lucy were less than excited. Little did I know, Hannah is scared of insects. And I did know that Lucy is very aware of all noises. Including the misters that spray water periodically into the air. My hair was not happy either.

In fact, this was the first time Lucy has ever requested to go home.

We did manage to spot lots of actual fluttering butterflies, which were similar to the fake ones decorating her bedroom. Plus we discussed a children’s lit favorite, The Very Hungry Caterpillar, as we examined the rows of hanging chrysalis. But in the end we left not too long after we arrived. No creatures were harmed as the result of our visit. I was a tad concerned that wouldn’t be the case.

Lucy eventually realized it was more fun being lapped by an older boy through the anteater tunnel in the next exhibit, the Orkin Insect Zoo. One boy’s race is another girl’s peek-a-boo.