Thursday, 20 October 2011
When I was a kid, I was really into nature. Loved it, sure enough, but I was more the little scientist. I collected leaves, rocks, fossils, seashells and insects.
I had a pretty nice butterfly collection. I was skilled at catching butterflies with my hands, but usually I used a net. I would catch one, put it in the killing jar and then take it home and mount it on a pin after it was dead.
The killing jar was a quart jar with rags in the bottom that were soaked in some kind of poisonous fluid and a few layers of cardboard on top of the rags. I'd put the butterfly, or other insect, in the jar and the fumes would kill it.
I caught a butterfly one day, don't remember what kind it was, and put it in the jar. I had put a little too much fluid in the jar and the cardboard was wet. As the butterfly stood there, the fluid began soaking slowly up its legs. This caught my attention because the creature was not supposed to get soaked in the fluid because it would effect the color later on. Something else caught my attention as well. The butterfly was just standing there, looking at me. I could feel it. It knew it was about to be released from its body and it was happy. It was also sending me a message. I suddenly felt sad that I was taking this beautiful creatures life and I realized how many others I had taken this way and I didn't feel good at all. As I watched the fluid soaking up into the butterflies body and into its wings, I continued to feel a strong sense of joy coming from it. Finally the wings were soaked up to their tips and they closed together up over the butterfly in death. I saw the faintest wisp of light leave the butterflies body and vanish into the air. That was the message.
I never killed anymore butterflies or insects after that.
...some have entertained angels unawares...