my childrens lives have been consumed with the arrival of my daughters pet caterpillars...which we know as 'spitfires'. given to her by a friend at school. the kitchen has strands of grass everywhere after tonights feeding frenzy. we had one lost caterpillar, many tears, one found caterpillar, more happy tears, one dead caterpillar and dear little amelie heartbroken because she was so sorry to have killed her caterpillar. . and hence,.more tears. mumma mia. the emotion. tomorrow.. dead caterpillar burial.