The Greeks were a highly sculptured people, and without them we wouldn't have history. The Greeks also had Myths. A Myth is a female moth.
Jess, who once had me write in my calendar the first day he heard the frogs chirupping in the spring, came in with a milkweed leaf and huge catapiller. Soon another joined it. "These will turn into Monarch butterflies in three or four weeks. They can't hatch in the jar, and you can't help them, or they will be crippled."
I remember reading an account of that crippling, I think by Anne Dillard in "The Bell Jar", or maybe "Tinker at Pilgrim's Creek".
Shortly, I had an uncrippled Monarch loose in the house, which had nothing suitable to feed him. I made Jess catch him and put him out. Hopefully, he didn't disturb the powder on his wings. Or is that just a problem with moths?