By far, my favorite saying to come out of seven years of social work is ”The road to hell is paved with good intentions.” When I saw black spots on my newly relocated chrysalis, it was the soundtrack running through my mind. The day before, I was hovering over the little pupa taking great care not to drop him or even jostle him too much during the move. But as much as I tried to keep the chrysalis steady, for a brief second, he tapped the tip of my pinky finger. The black spots had me thinking maybe the oils in my hands had poisoned him somehow. But when I went to check on him before bed, he was starting to show the first clear signs of transformation from chrysalis to butterfly!
Right on schedule, it’s been ten days since he first cocooned. My intentions were worthy; I’m just a nervous mommy. I’ll be watching all three very closely over the weekend. I’d hate to miss the transformations again.
