Do you remember the other day when I was aghast over the marauding group of tiger swallowtail caterpillars that were invading my dill? Well it wasn’t too long before the fat little moochers turned themselves into cocoons. I’ve watched with great expectation. I noticed one cocoon wiggling yesterday but thought that we still had weeks to go. Yesterday morning the cocoon looked a bit ashen and I feared that perhaps it had perished.
As I rounded the corner of the yard yesterday afternoon, I beheld quite a sight—a beautiful butterfly dangling precariously by one wing from the vacated cocoon. His wing was stuck. I gently put my finger out in order for the butterfly to take hold and we both gently freed the wing. Sadly it stayed shriveled most of the afternoon. I fear he was born with a bum wing.
But as miraculous as this metamorphosis is, I hold out hope that perhaps, somehow, he will make it….
“In this world you’ve just got to hope for the best and prepare for the worst and take whatever God sends.”
Lucy Maud Montgomery
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