My bug
Kidspace is having its 12th annual butterfly release ceremony on Saturday at 9:30 in the morning at 480 N. Arroyo Blvd. in Brookside Park, but I won't be there.
Or at least I won't be there with my bug.
Because my bug has flown.
The museum's Timithie Gould a couple of weeks ago brought me a little caterpillar in a pillbox. She turned into a chrysalis. Bit creepy, really. Then I had to build a butterfly bungalow so she could spread her wings. I actually got here to the office on Saturday with it in the nick of time as she was starting to emerge. She lived among the jaguar spots of her box with a little sugar water I poured for her for four days, and then it was time to release her.
Sorry the photo of her on the rosemary stick is outta focus. Charlie the dog in the background is in focus, as is all the junk in our front yard during the remodel . . . I got a little worried about her as her wings didn't want to unfold all the way. Put her in the sun late Tuesday. When I came back out after a few minutes, she'd figured it out, and was off to wherever butterflies go. Bon voyage, bug.
