Butterflies don’t have norireceptors
They can’t feel pain
At least that’s what they say
They also don’t recognize human voices
Well, that’s what they say
I’ve only seen three this year
The most royal of all of the butterflies
I’m a finder of lost things and valuables that belong to others
And animals that are lost or hurt
I found her struggling on the sidewalk
I halted my walk in more ways than one
Scooped her up in my hands, and she desperately tried to fly
She had no visible injuries
Not to my eyes
I took her to my neighbor’s where I thought she might find some blooms
I offered her water from my tiny bottle cap
She did lap it up and for a moment, and I thought that was that
But she still could not fly
Even though she desperately tried
So I brought her home in a shoebox with some flowers
But that’s not the part I really want to talk about
I want to tell you how she recognized my voice and how her antennae responded when I talked to her kindly
I want to tell you she was perfect with not a spot on her to explain why she was dying
I pet her little body and talked to her sweetly
I told her she was beautiful, and although she couldn’t get to her destination
She would stay here with me
I hoped for a miracle overnight, but I knew better
At first light, I checked her shoe box and she was nearly dead, so weak she was, ants were crawling on her
I brought her in the house and showed her all the plants
I told her I loved her and would take care of her
I put her in a plastic bag and placed it in the freezer
(This is how to humanely euthanize butterflies when they are already dying)
I took her out twenty four hours later and laid her on the table. She looked the same, but her body wasn’t contorted anymore. Her antenna relaxed to a normal position rather than contracted in a sort of grimace
They say butterflies don’t feel pain. I don’t believe them.
I want to know why a beautiful, gentle creature meant to migrate thousands of miles only flew a few feet before starting to die
And other malevolent beings are granted the gift of a lengthy, destructive life
I want to know why



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There are no reasons why….really lovely post….
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Thank you 🦋
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Well done, Amy. You did a good thing.
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Thank you, Edward.
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You’re welcome, Amy. 🦋
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Stunning. You captured the tone of the world.
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Thanks, Stephanie. ♥️
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Such beautiful creatures! Such a kind thing you did to help it Amy!! ❤️❤️
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Thank you, liolalee! ❤️
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How beautiful, and how sad. I want to ask that question too.
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Thanks, Marie-Gaye ❤️
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UGH – it seems so unfair.
You really area finder of lost things – and beauty.
Linda xx
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It does seem unfair. If there is an upside, Regina is now in a shadowbox in my living room, and I can see her every day. 💗
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I thought that was a lovely touch – you’re a kind soul! xx
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❤️
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I am glad she had you in her final hours of life, butterflies are beautiful! X
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Thanks, Carol Anne 💓
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