Tonight, right after prayers and goodnight kisses, Marie went into the girl's room and exclaimed, "ooh! Daddy! Look at the big butterfly on Kathryn's bed!"
My husband, good guy that he is, went over to look and give the appropriate oohs and ahhs to whatever it was that Marie was talking about.
Good thing that he did.
She wasn't kidding.
Turns out that Reilly had found a cocoon sometime during the fall and, in her typical "collector" fashion, brought it home and gave it a place of honor amidst all the other treasures on their bookshelves.
Tonight was the magical night and this...
...turned into this:
I wasn't able to get a picture of it, but Marie was able to hold her friend (a polyphemus moth) -- briefly -- before we let him sail out into the night air.