They have the ability to fascinate us, freak us out, make us shudder in disgust and amaze us with their colors and anatomic designs. The world of creepy crawlers is captivating, even if we’re sometimes blinded by the eww factor.

This week we visited the Newfoundland Insectarium and Butterfly Pavillion.

Newfoundland Insectarium and Butterfly Pavillion… doesn’t that sound grand?


It’s an itty-bitty tiny place, a Polly Pocket version if you must. Check out its mini-cuteness here, and please ignore the child of acrobatic inclinations in the front.

I told you it was tiny. But. BUT!!

We must always find the hidden blessings, right? And there is a very obvious benefit to visiting educational places of small caliber: You have the unique opportunity to get up close and personal with the people in charge!

In this case, the Insectarium is privately owned and operated. And who did we run into? None other than the founder and owner himself.

He explained how the whole concept of the Insectarium was born out of his personal fascination with bugs.

He showed us the Nursery, which is a room in which pupae (also called chrysalis) brought from all around the world get a chance to transform into beautiful butterflies and grow strong.

Look at all the different sizes, shapes and colors:

Once the butterflies are strong enough they get released in the Pavillion:

The Pavillion is a beautiful, protected garden with controlled temperature so the butterflies aren’t affected by the cold.

The variety and beauty of the butterflies was impressive.

And they weren’t shy about coming close.

There’s a little pond in the middle of the garden, and a lost butterfly fell into the water. Stephen saw her and helped her out.

Then the darn thing plopped into the water again. We figured it was probably suicidal. Either that, or just plain stupid. Don’t do it, butterfly! You have so much to live for…

Anyway, he got her out again and placed her far away from the pond this time. My hero *sigh* 😉

We went back inside the Insectarium to have a look around. The exhibition was quite impressive: They had bugs of all sizes and from all around the world.

Wouldn’t you just love to have beetles like this one running around your house?

Go on, scratch her belly. I dare you.

These are by far the largest snails I’ve ever seen:

They also had a display of products from all over the globe in which insects are used, such as the French escargot.

And what did we find there? Authentic Mexican Mezcal, worm included. YEAH!!

Mexico, REPRESENT! *thump in chest*

And just because I know you’re wondering, no I couldn’t get Stephen to take a decent picture with me. This is the most normal one, and you can tell he kept saying “Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

Ah, just another normal day.


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4 Responses to Insectarium

  1. Angel says:

    Seriously… this is something out of “Silence of the Lambs”. There is no doubt in my mind that creepy guy making the human skin costume lives in that neighborhood.

    It never works out for the pretty girl, Caro. RUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!

  2. Ashley says:

    I know I haven’t commented in forever (blame my phone) but I’m loving these traveling/homeschooling posts!

  3. That is a lot of very cool stuff to see so up close.

  4. sameweir says:

    Looks like you had a fair bit of fun. I’d been to the Butterfly Gardens (Victoria, BC) when I was a child and remember thinking they were amazing. Now I’m living in Victoria and I’ve bussed by a couple of times, I mean to make it back in at some point.

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