Oh. My. Gosh.
So, remember the butterfly garden? Well, it was awesome. Really fun to watch the caterpillars turn into chrysalids and then emerge as butterflies. They had to live in captivity for their whole lives since it hasn't been over 55 dgs here to release them. They lived for a long time but have started dropping off one by one lately. The last one kicked the bucket today.
I dumped the deceased butterflies (two since the last purge) and cleaned out the habitat for the next go around (in a few months). Then I went about my business. I changed my scentsy, I dumped the hot wax into the garbage can. And then I heard a noise. I thought it was a mouse rustling in the pantry...nah, too quiet for that. Then I thought it was my pant leg brushing against the garbage sack. So I moved away. Then I heard it AGAIN.
So I look in the garbage can.
The butterfly is alive! And COVERED IN WAX.
I am like a torture master.
I cried, real tears.
I dumped hot molten wax on a defenseless nearly dead butterfly, which I had already dumped in the trash.
So, since it was half covered in wax and probably nearly starved to death I just dumped it outside. Certain to meet its ultimate demise since it is only 30 dgs outside. I figured after the torture session the least I could do was let it enjoy its last few moments out in the wild.
Either that or I am not man enough to hear the suffering and struggle of a strong willed butterflies last feeble attempts to survive.
I do bad things to good people. And insects.