Once, a few years ago, a Luna moth flew into our house at night. We put her in a jar and she immediately started laying eggs. Although, we weren’t sure at the time that they were eggs, and we certainly weren’t sure they would hatch. But we kept them, long after the moth died, and waited. To our great surprise they hatched. Tiny, squiggly caterpillars were now in our jar and we scrambled to feed them.

Three survived, munching hungrily on the leaves we brought them. The grew fat, and one day stopped eating, then spun a cocoon.

We released the Luna moths that came out of those cocoons one day. It was a joyful event. We still remember the time of the baby Luna moths when one occasionally flutters around our porch, like it did yesterday.

We still stop to watch and admire their pale green wings and wonder if we’ll ever get another opportunity to see a transformation so close again.