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vr_trakowski) wrote2010-09-14 10:51 pm
vr_trakowski) wrote2010-09-14 10:51 pm
Truth and fiction
Today was not a terribly good day at work--not bad, just full of small goings-wrong and my own sleepiness (muse. tail. still a problem). I stayed late, and was packing up to leave, barely hearing the people in the office next to me--they have no ceilings, per se, a cross between a regular office and a cubicle. The conversation sounded like someone had brought in a newborn, and they were taking pictures of it.
Then someone I didn't know popped through my door, and a few seconds later I found out I was right...in a sense.
It apparently pupaed in someone's office--I don't have the story behind that one--but it had just emerged this afternoon, and staggered over the divider and into my office. I managed to capture it in an empty cookie tub, terrified of hurting it somehow, and the lady who'd had it told me quite casually that I should take it outside and release it.
So I rushed downstairs, frightened that it would beat itself to death against the plastic, though it actually settled fairly quickly. Fortunately there were still some blooming plants left outside the doors, so I lifted it gently out--on my fingers, not by pinching it--and introduced it to the blossom as shown.
I stood and watched it for a few minutes; after a while it began flexing its wings and unrolling its proboscis, though I didn't see it manage to hit any of the flowers. I wanted to see it at least eat, but I had a bus to catch despite my fears that someone would spot it and try to catch it.
If I had written this as a story, I would have stayed long enough to see it lift into the sky, though whether I applied any metaphorical meaning to the event would depend on the plot/characters. Real life is more rushed sometimes.
Still, I've never seen a butterfly so vivid and undimmed, which makes sense if it was so new. My cellphone really doesn't do it justice.
Then someone I didn't know popped through my door, and a few seconds later I found out I was right...in a sense.
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It apparently pupaed in someone's office--I don't have the story behind that one--but it had just emerged this afternoon, and staggered over the divider and into my office. I managed to capture it in an empty cookie tub, terrified of hurting it somehow, and the lady who'd had it told me quite casually that I should take it outside and release it.
So I rushed downstairs, frightened that it would beat itself to death against the plastic, though it actually settled fairly quickly. Fortunately there were still some blooming plants left outside the doors, so I lifted it gently out--on my fingers, not by pinching it--and introduced it to the blossom as shown.
I stood and watched it for a few minutes; after a while it began flexing its wings and unrolling its proboscis, though I didn't see it manage to hit any of the flowers. I wanted to see it at least eat, but I had a bus to catch despite my fears that someone would spot it and try to catch it.
If I had written this as a story, I would have stayed long enough to see it lift into the sky, though whether I applied any metaphorical meaning to the event would depend on the plot/characters. Real life is more rushed sometimes.
Still, I've never seen a butterfly so vivid and undimmed, which makes sense if it was so new. My cellphone really doesn't do it justice.