I'd write more, but Chiara has been a little sick and right now she's crying from her room (45 minutes past her bedtime):
"Mommy ... please ... I want to snuggle with you, please. I'm having a hard time ... Mommy ... please."
How can I resist that?
Only my motherly love would ever have induced me to find, catch, accommodate, and feed 15 caterpillars. She LOVES those ugly little things. Now, I'm happy to report they are nestled in strange, reddish cocoons and I'm no longer afraid they will crawl out of their Tupperware container in the night and run rampant through my house.
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