Last night we performed the Butterfly Release ceremony. In theory we could have kept them confined to their compound for a few days more, but the T-Bot and Baby Sister specifically asked to let them free, worried that the butterflies would miss their Mommy. Secretly I was rather pleased. Gratified that my kids are empathetic enough to care about an insect’s feelings… but also thankful that I would no longer have to live with the frantic beating of tiny wings against the mesh.

So we took the hamper outside (for that is what it is, a very expensively decorated miniature laundry hamper, such as you could probably pick up at a dollar store if you kept your eyes open), and we took turns at letting butterflies sit on our finger before they flew away.

They weren’t with us long enough to acquire names, so Goodbye, Butterflies 1,2,3 and 4.

I hope you found your Mommy.