Bugs

[irishnutt]

This weekend we went to Cypress Gardens to see Willie Nelson. Before the concert we spent some time wandering around the park. A lot had changed since I last went there with my high school boyfriend and his parents 12 years ago, but one of the features I remembered was still there: the butterfly aviary. It was a rainy day, late in the afternoon, so

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[fenrah]

You remember the construction of those kill jars far better than I do. Wow. I love the poem! It’s almost perfect. Really have no suggestions.

You did leave out the thing that struck me the hardest. I always thought it was so sad and unfair how the tough, vicious wasps succumbed almost immediately, and beautiful, fragile butterflies floundered and suffered for…minutes? It seemed like hours. They just wouldn’t die while you looked away. They made you look at them dying.

[mistiewatkins]

The worst was if you caught a butterfly and because it didn't die immediately it ruined itself. That happened to me and I cried when I had to throw the butterfly away because it had torn its wing. I killed it and it didn't even end up in my collection.