by Karen J. Mossman
Another story from my mum, who found a chrysalis in the garden. She brought it inside and put it into a jam jar and added some foliage. For days she watched the butterfly grow in its cocoon sand reported back to me on its progress.
“I can see it moving, inside,” she told me.
Then as the days went on, she’d come back with things like, “I can’t way to see it emerge”
Finally, that day came and a beautiful butterfly broke free. She watched in awe as it flew out of the jam jar into the kitchen on its maiden voyage.
Suddenly, from the corner of her eye, she saw the dog leap up and swallow it.
Mum was heartbroken.