Jo, Sam, and George
This morning we took Jo and Sam out. They flew away. What is away? Jo flew into the distance. Sam flew across the street then plopped onto the grass next to the curb for about 10 minutes. He (I could identify his gender by two black dots on his wings) flew back and plopped down on the driveway next door. I brought him to the flower bed in front of our house and he stayed there for hours. So he has not finally flown the coop. L took George out into the flower bed and left him. George is the butterfly with the very crumpled wings. We await the emergence of the last Monarch from the last chrysalis. I spent an hour last night watching Jo suck on watered-down honey. Do they feel pain? It was so sad to see George try to move his wings to no avail. Online there are instructions on mercy killing: squeezing to death inside paper towel vs. slowly freezing to death in the freezer. Quick I think is always better. L couldn't find George later on today. Did a bird eat him? Nature took its course. Whatever that means. Nature always takes its cruel course.