butterflies

The Art of Growing…and Murdering Butterflies

A few years ago, my daughter Hadley developed a butterfly obsession that began when my parents bought her a butterfly net and book. She was not quick enough to capture even one. That’s why I wasn’t too surprised when she announced she wanted a butterfly kit that Christmas. It seemed like a brilliant strategy: if you can’t catch ‘em, why not grow your own? My younger brother used to capture butterflies and watch them die, sending my sensitive heart into a tailspin at the thought of God’s beautiful creatures succumbing to my brother’s demonic Collection of Doom.