Thursday, May 29, 2008

The Endurance of Mutability

I know, I know. If nothing ever changed, there would be no butterflies. But look, Party People, I don't think the process is very pretty.


This is a fuzzy wuzzy caterpillar that showed up in my house two weeks ago. It attached itself to an end table leg in my living room. I thought it would be gone the next day. But no. It was still there. And it seemed, well, sorta out of it. Like it had partied way too hard the night before with all its caterpillar buddies and was now busily sleeping it off.

The next day, though, not only was the caterpillar still there, it looked different. Less caterpillar-like and more, well, you'll see.

A couple more days go by and then one morning, voila! it somehow managed, while I wasn't looking, to cocoon itself. Right there in my living room.


This always happens come, spring, I swear. Suddenly, my entire household and its environs turns into a freakin' Nature Channel program.

This morning I poked at the cocoon. It's fuzzy but not squishy, and now I'm wondering if the thing isn't a cocoon so much as a tomb. I hope not. I would like a beautiful butterfly to emerge. But with my luck, it may be something disgustingly creepy-crawly. If that's the case, it better do so in the middle of the night and then creepy-crawl it's ugly ass outta here before I wake up.

17 comments:

NYD said...

Whatever you do, don't feed it after midnight and never, never get it wet!

Wicked Thistle said...

Listen, girlie, whenever you get worried about whatever-the-hell-is-really-in-that-thing, crack open a bottle of wine and curl up on the couch with Eric Carle's "The Very Hungry Caterpillar." When you're done, blow an air kiss toward the little blob and feel happy that he's not foraging through your refrigerator and eating your chocolate cake.

Gypsy said...

Keeping my fingers crossed for the butterfly and hoping like hell it doesn't ooze anything onto your table leg.

Doris Rose said...

Curious array of companions you got over there at the sanctuary...best sleep with one eye open, just a crack.

The Poet Laura-eate said...

Can't you carefully move him outside to a warm glasshouse say?

What will he eat in your house when he hatches otherwise?

Or dare one not go there?

The Troll said...

Madonna is a good name for a spider. We did the disturb web thing at Troll Country Christian High as a science experiment.

Same result you got. It proves that evolution is false and satanic or something.

Most of our experiments proved that.

Meghan said...

That's actually pretty cool! I can't wait to see what comes out. If only you could do an ultrasound...

(That poor chrysalis wouldn't stand a chance of survival in our house. Toddler fingers find EVERYTHING!)

moi said...

nyd:: Was there one other rule, too?

Wicked: Dern, and we were at Barnes and Noble and everything and I coulda picked up that book.

Gypsy: Ooze is such a freaky word isn't it?

Doris: Maybe Ivan'll be on the ball about it.

Poet: Ya, but, I'm really afraid of busting the thing. (Read: oozy comment above.) And besides, I think it's Velcro-ed on or something.

Troll: So if I made a joke about Fundie Science Class 101 would you take away all my Troll Points and bar me from commenting?

Meghan: And then toddler fingers put those things in their mouths!

Anonymous Boxer said...

I think this little bugger believes he/she has found the perfect place to do whatever it needs to do. Pretty, safe house. SMART!

keep taking pictures!

Your Fellow Science Geek,

AB

Aunty Belle said...

Jes' keep the lighter and a can of hair spray at the ready.

The Troll said...

Moi,

Of course not. I like your comments.

moi said...

AB: Yeah, all of God's lil' chillruns love my home. If I could figure out how to charge them room and board, though, that would be a neat trick.

Aunty: LOL! Redneck Pest Control 101!

Troll: Okay, so now I actually have to come up with the joke . . .

she said...

looks like a beautiful nocturnal moth pupae. good to see ya moi!

moi said...

She!: Cool. Now I have something solid to Google. Ya back home, mon?

she said...

ya mon. no problem. oh, you got a stomach ameoba? no problem mon. oh, your flights delayed 5 hours? no problem mon. have more rum. grrrrrerhahahaha

moi, you could say im half way back. just enough fuel to visit yall no fuel to post. later grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrl

NYD said...

Not really a rule, I was more like a care tip you might get on a chia pet, besides if I wrote down all three then I would be the quintessential geek.

Aunty Belle said...

Moi, Baby Doll, can ya send Aunty an email(abporkrinds@yahoo.com) --need to yak offline at ya'.