Saturday, April 18, 2009

This Magic Moment



They grow up so fast . . . .








The caterpillars are rooming with me this weekend. Needless to say, the cats are quite curious about caterpillars, and I am committed to averting critter catastrophe. So caterpillars, barricaded in the bathroom--cats, everywhere else.

Well, our biggest, fattest caterpillar that hadn't yet experienced the change crawled up to the roof this morning. The bathroom was dark, and I guess he thought he was alone in there, with no one watching--because when I got home from a very rainy walk/run this afternoon, I peeked in (just on a whim) . . . Caught in the act! With the vulnerable green tip of the chrysalis just poking out, there he was, doing the Saturday Night Fever!

Eager to capture this elusive Baby's First Steps moment on film, I rushed to get my camera.







Weirdness beyond belief! So different and so new . . . ♪♪





Thursday, April 16, 2009

A Watched Pot

Never Boils

Of course that's not true, but for those of us with our eyes on the insect world, it sometimes feels that way. Like watching paint dry (except FAR more exciting), we have been watching caterpillars, desperately hoping to catch one at the moment it becomes a chrysalis.

Change happens slowly and then all of a sudden, it's over. Yesterday afternoon, the signs were all there. While we attempted to illustrate them, the caterpillars were focused on getting high (literally—trying to climb as high as possible), dragging behind them embarrassing toiletpaper-stuck-to-shoe trails of silk.


As soon as we returned them to their tent, they crawled up to the roof. This morning, we arrived to find that three fat ones had hung themselves—butt attached to the ceiling, head down—in the shape of a "J." Mrs. D. spent a good bit of the morning with half her head and a hand lens in the bug tent (it was cute—I wish I had a photo for you). She watched as they wiggled and squirmed, dancing the Transformation Twist! A strange cross between upside-down crunches and a herky-jerky inverted bellydance, it hurts my abdominal muscles just to watch. The next step is that their skin splits open as they shimmy out of it, revealing a shiny new chrysalis! Somehow, this is the moment we always miss.


Ms. A and I spent lunch with our eyes riveted to caterpillar J's, determined to catch them in the act. No skin-splitting shimmy. "Maybe we could rig up some sort of bell system with the caterpillar so that when the skin starts to break open, a bell rings?" mused Mrs. D. "I'm serious," she insisted.



After dismissal, we checked them one more time. "Wait--which one were we waiting for?" Mrs. D. asked. Incredulous, I looked in, and, lo and behold, we missed it again! Five gorgeous green and gilded chrysalises dangling from the roof!
"What I want to know really badly now is how do the caterpillars breathe inside that chrysalis?"--S.M., 1st grade
What I want to know is how those gold dots get on there and WHY.”—Ms. A



With all the critters in our classroom, Monarchs are not the only ones doing the Metamorphosis Mambo.
"In my Mystery Bug container something new is in there. Probably the old bug went through a transformation into a new bug."--M.M., 2nd grade
Our Mystery Oatmeal Bugs (which everyone has easily identified as mealworms--sadly, this particular lesson was not effectively mysterious this year) have transformed themselves into pupas.

Now those, we've managed to catch in the act. While Mrs. D and I were playing and preparing for worm fun, she opened up the mealworm container to make sure these newly purchased creepy crawlies were still alive. "Oh, come look! Hurry! Hurry! This one's changing right now!" Sure enough.
We've got pupating happening all over the place! Ms. A finally got tired of asking and suggesting and just brought in a silkworm and left it. "Your kids will enjoy watching it!" she promised as she scurried away without it.

Something's in the air in here because as soon as he arrived, he started doing a dynamite little disco dance (or picture one of the zombies at the end of the Thriller video), bobbing back and forth, weaving his cocoon.
Of course, most of this, too, happened while we weren’t looking. We arrived in the morning to find the handiwork of this all-night knitter. (Millions of these little creepy critters' cocoons are boiled down every year to make use of the silk fibers.)


The things that must go on in our darkened classroom when I turn out the lights and go home! Lately, I’ve begun to fantasize that a mirror ball and ABBA music are involved. Caterpillars rip off their skin in a shocking shimmy-shake. And apparently worms, usually underground and unseen, come out to dance!

I’ve got my own worm experiment going—because I was curious. I layered sand and dirt (“like an icecream sandwich,” say the children), topped by chunks of apple, in two containers, and added six worms to one of them.


I naively expected to return the next day to find that the worms had carved tunnels through the layers, mixing sand and soil . . . but change happens slowly.It was several days before we noticed they had tunneled down through sand into a lower layer of dirt at opposite corners. (The children have hypothesized that these separate entrances are for feuding family members.) Our worms were becoming adventurous--prompted, I'm sure, by the raucous caterpillars' bad example.

It turns out worms are not particularly fond of apple chunks. They do, however, enjoy apples sliced into long, shoestring-potato chef-julienned worm treats.
Yes, those will do quite nicely. Apparently, all the best worm eateries are serving them that way. Notice that the apple slices have been dragged to the corners of the bin? We never see them doing this! Are you beginning to understand my visions of "Dancing Queen" worms shuffling apple slices across their dark and dirty dance floor?


We have spent so much time with critters that I received this unique birthday wish from a first grader, "Dear Ms. S., Happy Birthday! Hope you find many bugs!" Awe . . . . . . .



Changes

I'm a little mealworm,
Short and wiggly.
Here's my
antenna,
Cute and jiggly.

Now I am a pupa,
Squat and white.
How did this happen?
I'm a sight.

Now I am a beetle.
What is
this?
I really hate
Metamorphosis.

—John Scieszka, Science Verse


What We're Reading:
Science Verse by John Scieszka
Insectlopedia by Douglas Florian
Animal Poems by John Hollander, Ed.
Beast Feast by Douglas Florian
The Girl Who Loved Caterpillars by Jean Merrill
Jack’s Garden by Henry Cole
The Magic School Bus Meets the Rot Squad








Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Back to the Drawing Board



Something is amiss when illustrations of earthworms, caterpillars, and our mystery oatmeal bugs look suspiciously like a highly unusual case of inter-species identical triplets!





In recent days, we have spent a lot of time on scientific illustrations. Scientists use drawings to think about what they are studying and to communicate their observations to others. Without a visual arts class in our school, many children haven't received the drawing training and practice necessary for effective communication. We have "stick figure" caterpillars that are not distinctly different from worms. As far as communication goes, this amounts to a mumble.

I have been accused (by my own mother) of being unkind, expecting too much of the children, but I think this is just the right age to begin training the hand and eye for detailed illustration. Learning to look is a big part of creating accurate illustrations. Drawing something, recording its lines and forms on paper, requires careful observation. An infinite cycle—careful observation improves one's drawings and detailed drawing demands careful observation. So despite accusations of meanness, we were back at the drawing board.

We began again by brainstorming a list of criteria that define an effective scientific illustration:
Realistic
Sometimes bigger than life so you can see the parts
Detailed
—shows every part of the body
—accurately shows where the parts are in relationship to each other
Includes labels for the parts
Might have some enlarged sections in small windows on the page (to show more details or a different view)

Soon, we were busy examining and illustrating our classroom critters.




When you get close to something and slow down enough to really pay attention, you start to wonder.




This morning, I gave a lesson to first graders on the parts of a leaf--a wonderful opportunity to reinforce scientific illustration! To create my illustration, we used a hand lens to carefully examine a sprig of mint from our garden. "What do you notice?" Gradually, the children noticed more: the toothed leaf margin, the tiny buds at the base of each petiole, the tiny hairs on the midrib, the purplish color of the stem near every node . . . Finally one child pointed out the veins, explaining that they were very much like our own veins and hypothesizing that they bring water to the leaves.
"How do you think we could test to see if that's true?" "Put it in some water." "Hmm. But how will we be able to see what's happening?" "Oh, I know! We could put some color in the water! Maybe red." "Why would you choose red?" "Red is my favorite color." Of course, but this is a bright first grader. So I pushed, "What if I wanted to use green?" "The veins are already green and that would camouflage with the leaf." Ah, ha!

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Caution:

Don't Break the Learner









My father is a former chemistry professor turned retired chemist/statistician. Many (maybe most) of my friends are teachers and/or scientists. And I am a nerd. So after a friend sent me the Houston Chronicle (front page!) article about science education, Friday night found me in a friend's backyard (in one of the hammocks we bought in the Amazon) with a glass of wine, discussing what is broken about science education and how it might be fixed.

A friend who teaches high school chemistry explained that his students are not interested in thinking, are not engaged, and want to be spoon-fed whatever is necessary to get by. They view learning as a spectator sport--or maybe they are the ball? Learning is something that is done to them, something they must endure.

But watch a young child. Development unfolds without prompting. No one has to remind her to practice walking. No one submits a lesson plan or passes out a worksheet. She is driven to try, again and again. When she masters that, it's on to stairs! No one has to tell a child it's time to practice nouns and start naming everything in sight. No one posts an objective on a chalkboard outside her bedroom. She is driven to do it. Children are natural learners.

The same afternoon, I had gone begging more milkweed for my hungry Monarchs, and a little two-year-old friend spied me in the front yard with the bug tent. Right away, she insisted we sit down in the grass and look at them. She wanted to see those caterpillars up close. "Ho'd. Ho'd ca'erpiyar." Oh, the squealy pleasure to be had from examining a caterpillar up close!-- holding it right up to your nose. "Ca'erpiyar eating! Ca'erpiyar eating leaves!" "Ca'erpiyar walking!" Children are naturally curious, and they LOVE science.

So what happens to them? What happens to that sense of wonder? Do they outgrow this love of learning? I don't think so. I think the answer is something more sinister.

As evidence, I share a story about our Wednesday with worms:
Here in Room 28, the danger (and adventure!) of wondering something out loud is that someone will challenge you to find out. That’s what happened with our worm wonderings. We grouped the questions as "Research Questions" and "Investigation Questions." I typed up a few of the children's great questions, cut them into strips, folded them, and placed them in a bowl. Each group sent their facilitator to draw a question (with much anticipation and excitement, "Did we get a good one?").

QUESTIONS:
Do worms prefer cold or warm environments?
Do worms prefer light or dark?
What type of soil do they prefer--the soil by the building or from the grassy area?
What do worms eat? Try two types of leaves—which does the worm prefer?
What do worms eat? Does the worm prefer a specific shape of leaf?
If something’s in the way, what does the worm do?

The challenge was for each group to design an investigation that would answer their question. I supplied a planning page with space for the question, a hypothesis, the group's proposed procedure ("What steps will you take to find out?"), and the materials that would be required ("What supplies will you need to do this investigation?"). “How will you know which the worms prefer? Do you plan to interview them?” Laughter. “Be sure to design your experiment so that you can SEE what the worms are doing.” While Franny, Mrs. D., and I scooted around, trying to ensure thoughtful planning and peaceful problem solving, the children were remarkably capable scientists, considering variables and developing sensible investigations.

With little adult intervention, each group of children (ages six through nine, keep in mind) designed an experiment and then brought from home any materials we didn’t have at school. When we were finally able to get the experiments going, the room was a busy hub of diverse activity.

A group attempting to answer the question, “Do worms prefer light or dark?” brought in a shoebox and flashlights. They cut off half of the shoebox lid and sprinkled a thin layer of soil into the box. They then added worms and turned on the lights to watch how they would respond. Would they crawl toward the dark area of the box?


Another group brought an ice pack and placed it under one end of a tray of dirt. They placed the worms in the cold area and watched to see if they would move to the other side of the tray. Nope. They then placed the worms in the middle of the tray to see which side they would choose. Surprisingly, the worms moved back to the cold side.

Excitement was suddenly popping around another group, “The worm broke apart!” “And the head’s still moving!” “BOTH parts are moving!” To all my animal rights friends out there (including one who serves on the Animal Welfare Committee in the Medical Center), we had discussed humane treatment of worms prior to any experiments, and the children assure me that this discovery was a very unfortunate accident.

I noticed that the group investigating worms' leaf-shape preference had out scissors. Hmm. I walked over to check out what was going on. I'm always grateful when I ask a question rather than jumping to conclusions with my students. They explained that they weren't sure what type of leaf (leaf flavor) worms preferred and that if they put in leaves from two different kinds of plants that naturally grow leaves in different shapes, they couldn't be sure that it was the shape that the worms preferred and not just the flavor of one type of leaf over the other. The children (first, second, and third graders) were isolating a variable! They were modifying individual leaves from the same plant, cutting the leaves into shapes---some with rounded tips and some with pointy tips, demonstrating a depth of understanding of experimental design that I didn't know they had.


Now, for those of you who didn’t know this, the problem with worms is that they’re slow moving and slow thinking. Think about how you feel on a hot summer day when the air conditioner is broken—and then slow down . . . More . . . . . . . . Even MORE. That’s worms for ya, but I didn’t consider worm response time when I tried to jam in worm experiments along with our Class Meeting, our weekly classroom cleaning effort, books featuring Passover and Easter, and yet another review of the importance of details in scientific illustrations.

Lucky for us, acquiring vast quantities of knowledge about worms is not really the point. That’s not why we embarked on these invertebrate investigations (though we will try again because understanding that sometimes you have to retool and try again is part of the point).

Despite all appearances, this is not really a story about worms. It's about capitalizing on curiosity and using it to fuel inquiry and investigation. It's about understanding the nature of science--that scientists observe, ask questions, and investigate. It's about doing science to learn how scientists investigate--how to design an experiment, how to isolate a variable, how to think about the evidence you've gathered, and what other possibilities must be considered before drawing a conclusion. It's about learning how to learn and how to think--skills that will serve my students, regardless of their college major or their chosen career path.

So, did I post all those objectives on the chalkboard? No, that would have squelched the sense of adventure, and I don’t think it would have enhanced the learning. I didn't pass out a list of vocabulary or a worksheet of worm facts for the children to memorize either. But since our worm experiments, a surprising number of students have approached me after Silent Reading or in the hallway during dismissal to share some interesting and amazing facts about worms that they have discovered on their own. Did you know that there are worms in Australia that can grow over six feet long?! Information learned in the context of curiosity is far more likely to be absorbed than that which is memorized for the purpose of passing a test. Getting excited about science is not just fun and games. It feeds that drive to learn, that innate need to know more. Once the spark is lit, children are driven to discover.

So what HAPPENS to them? When and why are children learning to hate learning? I want to send my students out into the wild world of “education” with a warning label that reads, “Please don’t break the learner.” Because I think that’s what we do in many schools. My chemistry teacher friend explained, ‘Most of the time, I’m probably only hitting the first level of Bloom’s because there is a lot of material to cover and the department wants all of the chemistry classes in the school to be on the same objective on the same day.’ That’s part of the problem. If we are attempting to COVER material, we do just that—skim the surface, and if we treat students as if they are interchangeable widgets which we are constructing on a factory assembly line, it is not surprising that they turn off their brains. We are damaging the drive to discover.

If I was marching through the curriculum in lock-step with the teacher next door, we couldn’t have taken the time to investigate the questions about worms that these specific students in this class asked in that moment. More importantly, I would have missed the opportunity to capitalize on curiosity. In spending a few weeks on worms, I've sacrificed breadth for depth. Ultimately, when my students take the science TAKS in fifth grade, will they do well?
They usually do.

Please don’t break the learner.

Friday, April 3, 2009

Weaving a Montessori Basket

Note: Last November, I shared this statement with parents, teachers, and administrators at the opening night dinner of the Third Annual Public Montessori Educators of Texas Conference. This week, it was published under a different title by the Public School Montessorian.

Hands-on materials, sensory training, practical life work, child-sized furniture, multi-age grouping, love and respect for the child, individualized education, lessons that move from concrete to abstract, uninterrupted work periods, cooperation and collaboration, peace education, community meetings—like the reeds of a basket, all of these are merely components of a Montessori classroom. One or more of these components can be found today in many, if not most, mainstream classrooms. This is a good thing. There are many dedicated, caring educators in mainstream classrooms, and there are many ways to do right by a child. However, adopting one or two of these components does not make a Montessori classroom. The strength and beauty of a Montessori classroom is that these reeds have been woven into a beautiful and functional basket.

As Montessorians, we must maintain a deep conviction that the basket works. I am disheartened when I hear public Montessorians talk with quiet acceptance about the reeds that have been pulled from the beautiful, strong baskets we are attempting to weave. We hear of entire classes grouped by single grade, instead of three-year age groupings according to the Montessori planes of development. Assistants are pulled from classrooms and teachers struggle to give lessons. Other teachers struggle to create Montessori classrooms without training or certification. Students in tested grade levels are removed from their classrooms for up to seven hours a week (almost half of the time allocated for their uninterrupted work period) for direct instruction in preparation for the TAKS (Texas Assessment of Knowledge and Skills, a high-stakes state test, administered annually beginning in third grade). We listen to teachers talk about how they struggle to apply number grades to individualized work to which children are asked to make corrections. The basket is weakened, reed by reed.

What saddens me most is that each loss of a reed from the basket is explained with tones of acceptance or hopelessness, as if they were not choices, as if because our classrooms are in the public setting it is acceptable (or even inevitable) that we offer our students something less than the carefully woven basket we know works so well.

Certainly it is true that in Texas public Montessori schools, we do not have a choice about the TAKS test. However, we do choose our response. Abandoning components of Montessori in response to fear of outside pressures reveals either lack of knowledge or distrust in the Montessori philosophy and materials. As Montessorians, we must maintain a deep conviction that the basket works. If we believe in the genius of the Montessori materials and in the power of a Montessori classroom to educate all children, we must trust that this is the path to success on “The Test,” as well. Catherine McTamaney, author of The Tao of Montessori, writes, “We are asked to sacrifice parts of Montessori, but who is to say which parts of the method are essential and which can be discarded? In bureaucracy, others decide. In practice, we do. We determine whether or not to have faith in this method.” To maintain this trust in the face of high-stakes test pressure is a difficult task. This is why we come together to support one another in keeping the faith and defending the strength of our Montessori baskets. Which reed is critical to the integrity of the basket and which can be removed without consequence?

If we believe in the beauty and function of the basket, we will be vigilant about maintaining its strength. As trained Montessorians, it is our duty to maintain the integrity of the basket and to recognize when we are standing with only a handful of reeds. Authentic Montessori environments do exist in public settings. It can be done. It requires self-reflection, patient and persistent education of administrators and district officials, and finding the strength necessary to ask for what you need to do it well.

No-one among us has a finished perfect basket. We are all at different stages in the process, and just as every child is different, every Montessori classroom is different. If each of us is preparing the environment to meet the needs of the individual children with whom we work, we must expect that every Montessori classroom around the world, and even the same classroom over time, will look different. Catherine McTamaney writes, “When we realize that Montessori is a verb, an action and not a thing, we grant ourselves the grace to grow as teachers. We grant ourselves the union of community with other educators.” Let’s not pour energy into discussions of who is holding more reeds, focus on weaving—together. Seek out the company and understanding of other basket makers, other Montessorians. Let them help you find the strength to ask for the basket your children deserve. Your children deserve the basket.

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Into the Woods

There is no description, no image in any book that is capable of replacing the sight of real trees, and all the life to be found around them, in a real forest.
Something emanates from those trees which speaks to the soul.
—Dr. Maria Montessori, From Childhood to Adolescence


What happens when you take 22 children and four adults into the woods?

If you know about Fox Walk and Deer Ears, it is surprisingly quiet.
You hear bird songs and a child quietly remarks on the waterfall sound of the wind tickling leaves in the treetops. As two butterflies dance out of the shadows and flutter into the sun, you hear a child's sharp intake of reverent breath.

A child notices a beautiful snail trying to cross the path, noiselessly but urgently signaling to get the group's attention. Another finds spiky brown globes at your feet, excitedly consulting her field guide and whispering that these are the fruits of a Sweetgum tree.




More children spy a tiny caterpillar dangling trapeze-like from a tree and two bug-eyed frogs lying in wait in a pond.




The group rejoices at the discovery of scat on the path--evidence of a mammal?



What happens when a tree falls in the forest?
A child finds it and turns it over to admire the decomposers (careful to pull towards himself so that any frightened critters have an escape route, away from him!).

Occasionally, the quiet is interrupted by another class approaching in the woods--you hear them before you see them. "They're going to scare all the nature away!" whispers a worried child. "I guess they don't know about the fox walk."

Wednesday, we visited Jesse Jones Park & Nature Center, where we took a morning hike and another hike after lunch. To be quiet in the woods with 22 children is something magical! The woods have a calming way of whispering to a child's spirit and, at the same time, revealing mysteries among the leaves--playing to a child's natural sense of wonder. As one child observed in her journal, "It was soooooo quiet and peaceful."

I learned about Fox Walking and Deer Ears, Owl Eyes and Eagle Eyes at a "Beyond the Walls" workshop at the recent American Montessori Society Annual Conference. In the midst of reading Richard Louv's book Last Child in the Woods, I was excited by the synergy of stumbling into this workshop. These are the tools I needed to help me engage children with nature! I immediately ordered up Coyote's Guide to Connecting with Nature (for Kids of all Ages and their Mentors) and convinced Mrs. C. to spend a summer weekend in the woods with me at the Wilderness Awareness School where these ideas were developed.

Chapter 1 of Coyote's Guide argues that "meaningful connection with the wild world outdoors" is critical for children's development. "We have become who we are by living outdoors for hundreds of thousands, perhaps even millions of years. Just as a baby learns to breathe simply by being in a world of oxygen and letting its body respond, so do our bodies and brains have millions of built in neurological connections with the environment, waiting to be activated. Growing into healthy and fully functional human animals requires ample time interacting with wild nature, time to play, be curious, be open-eyed and alive, and discover how we fit in, how we are connected with our biological world."

There is hope, even in this indoor, sedentary age of video games and computer communication. One urban student who lives not far from our inner-city school articulates our innate need for nature: "There is a lot of things I do outside to feel peaceful. I may climb a tree and stay up there for a while or I would run around and enjoy the breeze from the wind. I also would hum a peaceful song just like the music we have in our classroom."--MH, 3rd grade



Thank you to the two brave mothers who ventured into the woods with us!

Children & Nature Network has designated April "Children and Nature Awareness Month." Jesse Jones Park & Nature Center offers a wonderful array of free programs. Take advantage of these opportunities to reconnect with nature and your child!

Resources:
Last Child in the Woods: Saving Our Children from Nature Deficit Disorder by Richard Louv
Coyote's Guide to Connecting with Nature (for Kids of all Ages and their Mentors)
Crinkleroot's Guide to Walking in Wild Places by Jim Arnosky
Local Field Guides: Houston Birds, Texas Trees & Wildflowers, Texas Wildlife, Texas Butterflies & Moths
Houston Arboretum & Nature Center
Nature Awareness Skills
Fox Walk video
Sharing Nature Foundation

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Critter Crowded




Our Invertebrate Inn is getting crowded.


Admittedly, I invited--and even paid the way--of some of them,
but word must have spread that we are invertebrate innocuous


because the very next day a free-loading fuzzy, black caterpillar somehow smuggled its way into the classroom, only to be discovered with much fanfare by the children. We installed him in a "room" with a view and complimentary room service (to compensate for the lack of privacy). We googled "fuzzy black caterpillar Texas" and identified this guest as a Tiger Moth larva.

Soon, a tiny stow-away with a voracious appetite arrived on the leaves of some cut flowers our "Beautiful Classroom Manager" brought in from the garden. We are familiar with this baby's clan: Monarch Butterfly, and we always welcome them with open arms and lots of leaves.

We provided this creature camper with a tent and its favorite food, but this Monarch multiplied! Three more Monarch babies munching away! How did they get in there? "Maybe the caterpillar laid eggs?" suggested a first grader. Oh, dear. We need to review insect reproduction. Just as none of the children in Room 28 are old enough yet to have babies (thank goodness!), caterpillars cannot lay eggs. Only a butterfly can lay eggs. Is there another explanation for our new visitors? "Maybe there were already eggs on the new leaves when we brought them in?"

The children don't know it yet, but we are also harboring a merry band of fugitives that Mrs. D. found secretly squatting in the oatmeal. How they got there is a mystery for the children to solve!

Ms. A. keeps suggesting we offer temporary shelter to the silkworm set. "They're great guests!" she promises. "Very easy to care for--you'll hardly notice them at all." Sure.

We may need to consider a "No Vacancy" sign.



NOTE (4-9-09): The children have pointed out there is an invertebrate invader I failed to mention. For all you ladybugs out there, we've got aphids in all-you-can-eat abundance, all ages and stages . . . a Golden Corral of the insect world. I spotted one lone ladybug out in our garden, all bug-eyed with gluttonous glee. "Score!!!" you could tell she was thinking.


What We're Reading:
The Life Cycles of Butterflies by Judy Burris
My Monarch Journal by Connie Muther
Monarch Butterflies by Kate Waters
Eyewitness Buttefly & Moth
Incredible Insects (Science Vocabulary Readers) by Zoe Barnes
Beautiful Bugs (Science Vocabulary Readers) by Daisy Connell
Insects and other Invertebrates (Animal Fact Files)
National Geographic Young Explorer! Fly with a Butterfly
Kids Discover: Insects
Kids Discover 2: Butterflies
Kids Discover: Butterflies & Moths
Face to Face with Caterpillars (National Geographic) by Darlyne Murawski
Crinkleroot's Guide to Knowing Butterflies & Moths by Jim Arnosky
Insects (National Audubon Society First Field Guides)