Max the Lepidopterist and Theo the Fantasist On our way from Asheville to the Shenandoah National Park, we broke for lunch at your typical roadside fast food joint. We unloaded the kids and began to walk into the restaurant when Max stopped dead in his tracks. Then he broke free of my mommy-parking-lot-handgrip (no small feat) and went racing back to the car yelling and pointing. Before I could scream at him about parking lot safety, he was pulling a dead butterfly out of the grill of my husbands truck. Awesome. Of course the adults wanted to toss the thing and head in to wash hands and eat. But the look on Maxs face let us know that the butterfly was here to stay. I was made to put it into tupperware for the rest of the trip. Over the next few days he proceeded to build it a nest with hay found on a hike, and decorate the tupperware with beloved Berenstain Bear stickers. The butterfly rests peacefully each night next to the nightlight in their bedroom. He is calling it a pet which is ...