Flutter, Flutter, Butterfly

I can’t tell you the number of caterpillars I caught as a child, and held hostage in a glass jar, holes poked through the canning lid for air, in hopes of raising my own butterfly. These experiments with nature proved largely futile. Generally the caterpillar would appear to cocoon, never to emerge. Once, I mysteriously ended up with a jar full of black flies which, as you can imagine, was far from rewarding.

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