But it was moving, at least.
My first reaction was to just squish its little head, to save it from the pain, but I couldn’t do that. I’m honestly unsure that butterflies can feel pain. Besides, looking into its big eyes, I felt like it wasn’t my place. However, I also couldn’t leave it alone. So I just stood there, watching him beat his wings as he rested in my hand.
I put the butterfly on a cement paver — yes, that cement paver, actually — and just sat next to it. It didn’t care or probably even know, I realize. I’m totally projecting that it wanted me there. I would have wanted someone there.
I took some videos of what happened. That seemed important. Sometimes it was looking directly at me.
I’d never gotten so close to a butterfly for so long. I’d never gotten such a close look at one. You’d think it would look alien, but butterflies are more people-y than other insects; their proportions make them easier to anthropomorphize in your head.
Sometimes it seemed like it was struggling to do something. I couldn't tell what.
And then it eventually stopped struggling.
I put it on an orange kalanchoe when it stopped moving. Last I checked, it was still there.
So what spiritually devastating thing happened to you today?