- Schick Quattro
- Soap at bottom of bed
So I began to think, how could the same butterfly appear in the same spot when I'm in an air-conditioned apartment and it would be impossible for a butterfly to fly in and end up next to the plant by the glass wall. A few options:
- Most likely: I was dreaming. In fact, when I was relating this mystery at the dinner table last night I thought the color was black and bluish, not yellow, so at my advanced age, this might well be the ultimate explanation.
- However: is it possible that the caterpillar of this butterfly plants its pupa on calamansi plants, and it was pure coincidence that they happened to leave its chrysalis one day apart. In both instances, it appeared that the butterfly had just emerged and was in a kind of afterbirth shock, so I could easily catch it. However, I can't find any evidence of anything looking like a chrysalis on my two plants. On this second release, I did not just throw it over the lanai railing. I let it rest at the base of my basil plant. In ten minutes, the butterfly recovered and flew away. Another good deed for humanity.
- On the other hand: yes, this might qualify as a miracle, for maybe this location in my apartment has become the site for the spontaneous generation of butterflies, and for eternity I will be producing beautiful butterflies. It's a good thing this phenomenon did not germinate B-52 cockroaches, for which Hawaii is famous. In any case, this is Day 3, I just walked over to the two plants, and I see no butterfly. The miracle potential is fading.
Turns out the largest moth, the Atlas (right), has almost a 11.5 inch wingspan, and looks like a butterfly.
When I travel the world, I usually stop by butterfly parks. Clearly, I haven't been to enough, as I don't remember visiting any of the top ten in this country. #1 is the Cecil B. Day Butterfly Center in Callaway Gardens, located at Pine Mountain, Georgia, with 1,000 tropical butterflies. USA Today had a world list, and, again, never been to any of them.