Q: i’m all for taking appreciation of small things, but the whole long story about the butterfly was creepy. you took that too far.
A: A story about a butterfly was creepy? COME ON It’s a STORY! True, yes, but still. I don’t know how you think I ‘took that too far’. It was about an encounter with a butterfly. o.O
Eff alla yall! It was a good story. Treat it as a story, not a real-life occurrence. Besides, there wasn’t anything creepy about it. It was a girl showing admiration for a beautiful animal, that’s all. It was descriptive and it meant something to me, and it demonstrated a meaningful symbol in my life. So get offa my nuts, yo.
Lately I’ve been noticing lots of butterflies in everyday life, which is unusual for me. Today I had a particularly memorable experience.
I was walking down the hallway, taking a different route than the usual. What compelled me to walk that way I’m not sure of, but needless to say, I did. As I walked, I looked down and noticed something sitting on the blue carpet that is attached to the very bottom of the wall. At first I thought it was nothing, but upon further inspection, I realized it was a little brown butterfly. He was just sitting there; looking out of place. But he was beautiful.
I didn’t want to leave him there, for fear he may get squashed or otherwise harmed. He was surprisingly docile for a butterfly, and barely flinched when I crouched down near him and inched my finger beside him. I nudged him with the edge of my pointer finger. Though I had to do a bit of coaxing, he crawled leisurely onto my finger, where he sat and opened his stunning wings and flapped them at me. Although he was dwarfed in beauty by other butterflies of brighter color or more-remarkable markings, I found him fascinating and watched him for a moment before walking out of the building. His long, cream-colored proboscis unrolled and started tasting my finger. I could feel the tickle of his tongue poking at my skin; irritating the flesh and bringing a smile to my face. He was certainly not a shy insect.
After the initial meeting phase had been completed, he accompanied me as I left the building and walked across campus. I don’t doubt that our strange companionship was questioned in the minds of passersby, but that didn’t stop me from enjoying his company and marveling at his trust in me. I stopped by the church on campus to show him to a friend, because I felt that it was too great to not show him first-hand. After the two of them had become acquainted, I left the church and we continued our trek to the other side of campus.
As I reached my destination, I knew that I would have to set the butterfly free, as much as it saddened me. I walked over to a bush and crouched down, nudging the butterfly against a leaf. He was clearly too busy feeling me with his proboscis to notice what I was doing, so I nudged him again. I finally got him to fly off, and as I started to walk away, he came right back and landed on the bend in my arm. I laughed at this and apologized, telling him that I had to go and that he needed to be back outside where he belonged. It didn’t matter to me that he couldn’t understand me, or that someone walking past might question my sanity. Yes I was talking to an insect, is there a problem with that?
Finally, I walked over to a spot where some flowers had been planted and held my finger against a small, pink flower, nudging the butterfly. It took some convincing, but he finally flew off of my hand and into the sky, where I hope he went to find some friends and start his own family to fulfill his life goals.
I didn’t see him again after that, but he certainly brightened my day and reminded me why butterflies are such special creatures. They’re gentle and free-spirited; beautiful and calming. The symbol for metamorphosis, they bring me great joy and a feeling of luck, and I hope that my little brown butterfly friend is just the start of some wonderful changes ahead of me.
I realize I have been slacking on blog updates, and it seems that the 30 Day Challenge I attempted has gone to the dogs. This is because I’ve been fairly busy lately, and I think I just forgot about the challenge for a while. Perhaps I’ll just pick up where I left off and that’ll be that. Maybe I’ll continue to be
Don’t worry, Woody. In just a few hours you’ll be sitting around a campfire with Andy making delicious, hot S’mores!
They’re called ‘Schmoes’, Buzz.
Yes, yes, of course.
Don’t you get it? Do you see the hat?
I… am MRS. NES-BITT.