Too Late for Caterpillar: A Creepy Science Bedtime Children's Tale

Caterpillar was a good larva. 

She loved to eat. 

She loved to eat. 

And she loved to eat. 

All that eating made her a nice and plumpy larva. And everyone loved Caterpillar. 

At night, Caterpillar dreamed wonderful little caterpillar dreams. She chewed her way through big plates of tasty green salad. She crunched a big munchy apple until there was nothing left but the tiny tippy tip of the stem.

And she dreamed too of one day soon curling up for a long, long nap inside of a cozy chrysalis. And of one day popping out as a beautiful, beautiful butterfly!

But Caterpillar wasn't the only one who dreamed. 

Flying and buzzing and darting around the garden was Wasp. Wasp liked to dream to. She dreamed of a warm safe place for her cute, cuddly wasp babies to call home.

But where could her adorable baby wasps live? 

Wasp was not good at building houses. And Wasp was very old. Wasp would not be buzzing and darting around much longer.

But her eggs! Her eggs need a home. They would hatch and their cold striped waspy bodies would need warmth and their tiny empty waspy bellies would need food. Wasp began to worry.

But then she saw Caterpillar

Warm, juicy Caterpillar. 

Uh oh, Caterpillar! Run Caterpillar run!

But Caterpillar could not run. She could only wiggle and wrinkle slowly along.

Poor Caterpillar. 

"Ouch," said Caterpillar. She felt a ting and a sting on her soft green back. 

Wasp laid her innocent little eggs.

Then Wasp whirled away into the blue, blue sky. She was sleepy. And soon Wasp laid her old and tired antennae down. She took a little breath, slept and never flew again.

Awwwwwww.

But her eggs would fly some day. 

The eggs were happy and toasty in their caterpillar-back beds. But you can't be a wasp egg for ever. 

Soon they wriggled out into the fresh clean air, their lovely larval heads happy to finally see the world. 

"Brrrrr! We are cold," they sang in their sharp larvaly voices. "And, oh, how are bellies rumble!"

"What can we eat?" they pleaded. 

"Pizza!" one little wasp replied.

"Don't be silly. There is no pizza here on this warm, juicy and delicious caterpillar," another little wasp snapped.

Still a third larva called out, "The warm, juicy and delicious caterpillar! We are standing on food. We were born on food. Mom laid us on a big globby mess of food!"

"Thank you, Mom," the little chorus sang.

All but one, whose tiny compound eyes filled with tiny compound tears at the thought of the dear and thoughtful mother they had never known.

Now Caterpillar did not like this idea one bit.

"I am not food!" she shouted. "Shoo you nasty waspies!"

But, sadly, wasps don't speak Caterpillar, so they did not understand a word. And they slurped and supped for days until their bellies nearly burst.

Then something weird started to happen. Big white hairs started to appear here and there and nearly everywhere. The hairs were coming from them and the hairs were warm. Soon the larva grew sleepy in their cozy sweaters. 

Then they too dreamed. They dreamed of flitting and flying in the breeze. And of one day laying their own eggs on their own juicy caterpillars and their hungry babies thanking them for a nice home and a wonderful supper.

The hairs kept growing and growing and soon the Caterpillar was lost in a big puffy cloud of sleeping pupas dreaming their precious waspy dreams. 

Caterpillar did not care for this at all, but Caterpillar was cold and tired and could not do anything but sleep and sleep until she could sleep no more.

Awwwwwww.

Then one day, there was a wiggle and jiggle and a turn and toss. And soon there emerged a small baby wasp. 

Then another and another. 

They dried their wings and whizzed away. 

The wide sky now their home and the once juicy caterpillar far, far below.

The End