Larvae

As I type, a box of larvae is on its way to the Adams household. Julia received a do-it-yourself butterfly kit for her birthday, similar to an ant farm, minus the cool ants with pitchforks, large straw hats, and shotguns fully loaded and aimed toward any male that looks at their "lil' pumpkins."

I can't wait for the larvae to arrive. However, I am concerned that it's going to arrive while we are in SLC, and that it'll turn into a larvae Popsicle in our mailbox. We better ask some friends to check our mail. I just don't know who I can trust with our larvae.