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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Mmmmm…
I’m just now reading this…
You don’t want to know what I’m about to tell you.
The thing about butterflies, is that they need to fight it out for their wings to set properly. If they are helped out of their chrysalii their wings remain shrivelled and useless.
This is just how it works.
This is God’s plan for butterflies.
UUUGGGHH–now you tell me!!!! I just knew he was stuck–he couldn’t get out and was just struggling about hanging from the one wing…my only saving grace of hope, he wasn’t on the dill the next day—I couldn’t find him anywhere so I just prayed he made it………now I feel terrible….
I’m the butterfly girl…I used to want to be an entymologist. You meant well, and he or she may or may not have made it one way or the other. But yeah…that’s how butterflies work.
And if butterflies = sanctification (they are my favorite metaphor anyway), there are some pretty powerful theological implications in this.
huuuuuuuu—that is my sigh of sad resignation
I could send you some roaches if you’re suffering for insect company. They are more durable.
oh no thank you—remember all that pine straw I was putting out earlier this Spring, well it has come with a multitude of scorpions—the little brown wood variety—about as dangerous and painful as a hornet–as well as dreadful when discovered hiding under a flower pot or rock—I hate them…no, I think I’m good on bugs….but thank you anyway 😉
Ah, well, my roaches can’t top your scorpions, scorpions ae just about as durable in-fact. Though, as I used to live in Albuquerque, if I had to pick one of the two to find in my bed, I’d pick roaches.
This is the proper post to leave this for you, hope it finds you this day. Blessings for your Thursday.
http://stvaltheeccentric.wordpress.com/2013/07/18/sorrow-dying-hope-and-two-butterflies/