Metamorphosis and Faulty Memories

I grew up in rural Illinois, with pretty amazing parents, and I spent a lot of time — and I do mean a lot of time — outside. Sure, there was playing in the lake and the creek, and there were garden chores and yard mowing, but there were also school projects and non-school educational projects. My favorite of these amateur naturalist activities, I think, was the leaf collection. But another project that I’d more or less forgotten about was watching caterpillars metamorphose. Until last week. Read more