Death of a Butterfly
3rd July 2015
Yesterday a beautiful butterfly died in my metaphorical arms. Technically it was in the palm of my hand, but that sounds a lot more controlling than it does sad. The poor little mite couldn’t take the heat and, despite my futile attempts, he didn’t survive for long.
So guys, the next time you moan about this hot weather spare a thought for my little buddy-butterfly. The funeral is tonight and I have already decorated a matchbox for the ceremony. The glitter on his coffin won’t ever successfully emulate his living beauty, but he deserves a snazzy send off nonetheless.
Kisses to the animal sky, little one.
I’m 26 and this blog is real.