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the insect wrangler again attempted to place a butterfly on his shoulder. it was the sixth try. it fluttered off. my son was tired of the whole scene and so was i.
"that's ok, i'll just get a few shots of him standing near the butterflies." i told the wrangler again.
"just be ready to snap the picture when i find a more docile one." wrangler replied.
"no, really it's ok, thanks any way.
seconds later wrangler returned with another. without asking, he attached it to my sons shoulder. i use the word "attached" because this one was deceased.
'E's passed on! This butterfly is no more! He has ceased to be! 'E's expired and gone to meet 'is maker! 'E's a stiff! Bereft of life, 'e rests in peace! If you hadn't nailed 'im to the perch 'e'd be pushing up the daisies! 'Is metabolic processes are now 'istory! 'E's off the twig! 'E's kicked the bucket, 'e's shuffled off 'is mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the bleedin' choir invisibile!! THIS IS AN EX-BUTTERFLY!!*
i took the picture only because i had to.
this was the ender for my son. i quickly removed the dead bug and we left the butterfly tent. only the future will tell how this affected him. years from now i fully expect it will manifest itself in some crazy insect crush fetish or an absurd fear of butterflies.
*thanks monty!
Posted by griff at May 27, 2002 03:01 AM