Remember last year when I wrote about my daughter’s newly found passion for monarch butterflies?
Well, I recently received this text from her: “Guess who’s back!’
Emily was thrilled to find two more emerald chrysalises hanging from her front door – a repeat performance of last spring! (can you spot them? It’s the teeny tiny bright green dot at the very top of the door.)
Remembering the Butterflyweed (asclepias tuberosa) that had at one point re-seeded and grew with abandon in her garden (and how it was the main food source of the monarchs), she quickly began hunting for more caterpillars.
Imagine her joy when she found not just one but EIGHT fat and colorful caterpillars happily munching away.
Emily has been under a huge amount of stress this semester, as she’s getting ready to graduate in a few weeks, dealing with the pressure of finding a job, leaving the comfort of college life, etc.
So for a few moments each day, she’d sit down in the sun and watch the caterpillars methodically munch away. Even her roommates would sit down and join her, relishing these brief moments of stress-release, warming themselves in the sun, and watching nature.
Here’s where things take a turn for the worse. A few days later I received a panicked phone call from her.