Left in charge of the butterflies

My sister and her crew went on holiday and left me with their chrysalises. Every year they get some caterpillars, the caterpillars hunker down, the butterflies magically arrive. The first year, when he was little, my nephew was convinced they were going to become raccoons. He kept saying raccoons. We were all like, "Cocoons. Cocoons." Which isn't even true, butterflies don't make cocoons, they form chrysalises. So I was desperately hoping the butterflies didn't sprout before the kids got back. They did. Which meant I found myself in charge of five painted lady butterflies and thirty-nine billion microbes. It's too much. I had to feed them a sugar mixture on tissue and pipetted onto a flower, and also my niece said I had to give them oranges. High maintenance! Having breakfast It was really interesting. I feel very educated to a primary school level about butterflies now. Three of them came out within ten minutes of each other at about five in the afternoon. Then another bout at half…