How to raise a moth

There are two types of people. Those who kill the insects and those who don’t. Which one are you?

I’m the one who releases them, of course. You should see me. 🀭 During summer Erno is always hot and he needs to stay with the windows wide open, otherwise he is nagging all the time. Thanks to this we have some uninvited guests each night. The light and the open windows kinda attract all living beings from the neighborhood. And this is when the show begins in our home. The cats love hunting the insects, running after them and jumping all over the house. Especially Mango. And the dogs like hunting Mango while she is hunting. And then there is me, trying my best to catch that poor fly with a glass and a piece of paper before Mango catches it, or before the dogs catch Mango. I must say I am pretty good, tho. And it’s not a contest, but of course I always WIN.

This little guy came with some flowers one day. I was eating breakfast when I saw Mango on the dining table in killer mode and I knew we have a guest, but I didn’t know how special he is.

I only took my eyes off him for a couple of minutes to get an empty glass and a piece of paper and I lost him. I was looking for him all over the house, without any luck… Finally I thought he most probably fell off the table and one of the monsters ate him. I was quite upset, but then, the next day I found him like this.

A cocoon! I was so excited about this, I took pictures every day, and I felt honored to be part of his journey. Even though nothing spectaculous happened. He looked quite the same for the first few days. Then he started to become grey. I wasn’t sure if it is normal or not. After like a week I started to think he might be dead. πŸ‘€ It became even worse when it fell off. One morning I found him on the table. I wasn’t sure if he is still alive. But I wasn’t sure he is dead either, so I didn’t want to trow him away. I did what I know one must do with insects. I moved him carefully on a peace of paper, and covered him with a glass. And the next thing I knew is that I somehow missed the big moment. πŸ€¦πŸΌβ€β™€οΈ

When I checked on him the next time he wasn’t dead but pretty much alive and pretty much a moth. For me, the most beautiful moth alive. πŸ–€

P.S. He was of course released that night.


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