This is a triops, and it's awesome, and we had some in our house in April, and I eventually killed them via neglect, and you can read about them here and here and here on Spark but I doubly killed them via neglect by never finishing their sad yet beautiful tale. Someday I'll finish posting the photos and link to the videos I made (teaser: molting dance set to Saint-Saens' "fossils". I know, I'm brilliant.) and tell my tale of woe as a caution to those who might forget to feed their triops.
Oh, and I can tell you after dealing with triops and watching the Allen-Shorts raise sea monkeys that if you are choosing between one and the other, the triops are bigger and more playful, but you cannot kill the sea monkeys. Ever. I think they even tried to kill them and it only made them stronger.
We had two swallowtail chrysalises that were formed in the fall and overwintered on our porch. I thought they were dead, but it turned out that one wasn't. Which is definitely a nice way for things to turn out.
Hmm, and it turns out that I really didn't take many pictures at the end of April, and those I did were noted on Spark, and I have to wonder if there's much use any more for a private space. Except that I know sometimes there is. So I'll keep it.
Onward we go, digging out May next.
It should come as no surprise to you that the boys' "baby books" are actually three blank albums and a whole lotta notes.