About 8 weeks ago, my wife and kid found a "pretty moth" which, I mean, okay oxymoron but whatever. It was clearly dying and spent a fun day on our windowsill shitting little moth shits everywhere, when suddenly my wife declared the moth to be "pregnant" and these were eggs. (?)

Due to the "prettiness" of the now-dead moth, my wife and kid decided to scoop up all the little moth turds, and care for them as if they were their own, in a little specially-designed moth shit hotel.

They looked it up, and were confident they'd 'hatch' in 3 weeks, and so that's how, for TWO MONTHS, a significant amount of space on our kitchen table has been taken up with moth shit.

Now, I don't know if you've ever had a 5 year old kid, but you can't just "throw things away" in case they suddenly ask after them.

So there the moth shit sat, until either my wife (whose fault this was) or my kid took the initiative. For TWO SOLID MONTHS.

Every day I'd suggest we throw away the MOTH SHIT on our kitchen table, and every day I'd get the same response about how they "might hatch" even though a/ they were shit and b/ we were long overdue as moth parents.

For two months this has been going on.

Anyway, they've only fucking hatched.

So now not only have to admit to my wife that I was wrong about the moth shit this entire time, but I also have to share my eating area with thirteen hungry fucking caterpillars.

END OF MOTH BABY THREAD for now I guess until I have to pay for them to go on a Gap Year or whatever

As requested, a picture of the current Maison de Moth Shit. I'm not prepared to go rummaging around for a caterpillar you'll have to look for them yourself. In theory there are thirteen to find, have fun.

For those of you interested in the epilogue to this sorry saga: having nurtured the caterpillar from birth for months into its final GIGANTIC form, it somehow escaped around Christmas and completely disappeared.

Tonight, it reappeared in beautiful moth form! It flittered round the kitchen, and flew directly into the hob as my wife was cooking and burned itself to death in front of her eyes.

Ah, the circle of life.