We had fun watching him crawl up and down his little stick. Sunday night I thought it was best to let Catapus back out into the yard. Jack was heartbroken. There were tears shed. We put him out on a blade of grass and watched him crawl away. Afterwards Jack sat inside with the empty jar and cried. It was heartbreaking. He still brings up Catapus and tells us he misses him. He even spent a while looking for him yesterday. I told him Catapus is probably out there having an adventure.
Maybe one day Jack will have a pet for longer than a weekend.
First he has to learn how to clean up after himself and then we will talk!
