I've been dreaming about having a butterfly farm in my balcony. The idea hit me late autumn, so first time to test if it's a viable dream, or if I get bored and move on as fast as from everything else I ever do is still many months ahead. That feels weird considering the timescales I'm used to playing with.
I find growing butterflies attractive because:
1) it helps with my anxiety about the whole climate catastrophe, bugs dying, nazi zombies thing that has been going on lately, because it would be a slight breeze in to right direction instead of getting a job and bunch of other future tasks too complex to know what direction it tips the scale. Everybody always focus on bees as pollinators cause they got honey that can be put in a jar and sold. Adopting caterpillars is so easy everybody can do it!
2) I love the possibility of brag about being behind all the climate catastrophes, since math doesn't lie. Every butterfly I ring to existence will do huge amount of wingflapping before kicking the bucket. So I have dibs to every major climate catastrophe in Australia.
ANYWAY...
It is certainly not a summer yet, and I wasn't supposed post about the thing before getting shit done with the project, BUT. Something wonderful happened.
From under my sofa flies a fucking peacock butterfly and starts bashing it's head against the glass. I have no clue where the thing came from, I just know it's great and adorable and I wanna keep it as pet forever.
Head bashing intensifies. It really seems to want to go outside... I try to explain to the bug that it's very cold and windy in there, and the poor bastard would probably die. No effect.
After a while it stops and rests for a while, I try to offer it an appleslice, because I red from the internet they might eat that. Nope, more head bashing. It has been now doing that on off for hours, and I wonder what I should do. Will it learn the wonders of glass panels? Is not doing anything sadistic? Should I try to feed it more? Or try to move it to balcony where it can do the sleeping through winter thing and have a possibility to see it's friends before it inevitably dies? Will it even survive that?
It's enough work to look after myself, bring forth your best butterfly experts
"In this story, the butterfly at the window represents the Human Condition."
The only problem with this is figuring out if you are a man dreaming of owning a butterly farm, or a farmed butterfly dreaming you are a man.
that's really cool! I don't think I've heard of someone raising butterflies. it's too bad most of them are reincarnated criminals (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pJ_Pfuj9wPE)
I have no idea what to reccommend about the butterfly in your house right now... can't you give it a corner where it can spin a web or something? Maybe sacrifice one of the villagers to it.
I'm pretty ok with it being criminal, most of the criminals I've met have been really nice to me.
It's getting dark soon, I wonder if the thing becomes obsessed with screens like normal people.
I just realised my landlord promised to pay me a visit this moth and I'm still not allowed to have pests...
Maybe it can be trained. How hard can it be to syntethize butterfly pheromones? I have access to wide array of chemicals through my school.
Quote from: Cain on February 07, 2020, 01:54:19 PM
The only problem with this is figuring out if you are a man dreaming of owning a butterly farm, or a farmed butterfly dreaming you are a man.
He screams, because he does not know.
Quote from: Doktor Howl on February 07, 2020, 02:51:06 PM
Quote from: Cain on February 07, 2020, 01:54:19 PM
The only problem with this is figuring out if you are a man dreaming of owning a butterly farm, or a farmed butterfly dreaming you are a man.
He screams, because he does not know.
Inside us all there are two butterflies, screaming.
Have you ever looked into the eyes of a butterfly? It's a life-changing experience.
Quote from: LMNO on February 07, 2020, 03:01:25 PM
Have you ever looked into the eyes of a butterfly? It's a life-changing experience.
:madbanana:
Wait, is there technology to hijack a butterfly and make it poop microchips in my nostrils while I sleep.
e: I'm sure I'm not paranoid or hallucinating at the moment (dangerous), but I find it weird that a bug would break into my house this time of a year-
yeah, there's no explanation--you are living in a twilight zone episode
Quote from: Cain on February 07, 2020, 02:59:04 PM
Quote from: Doktor Howl on February 07, 2020, 02:51:06 PM
Quote from: Cain on February 07, 2020, 01:54:19 PM
The only problem with this is figuring out if you are a man dreaming of owning a butterly farm, or a farmed butterfly dreaming you are a man.
He screams, because he does not know.
Inside us all there are two butterflies, screaming.
:lulz: :lulz:
:walken:
I'm not looking for the explanation, that would ruin a perfectly good mystery. I don't need a it less magical world right now. Maybe tomorrow.
Quote from: Frontside Back on February 07, 2020, 06:31:44 PM
I'm not looking for the explanation, that would ruin a perfectly good mystery. I don't need a it less magical world right now. Maybe tomorrow.
Yeah, it's like when the fuckers sonar'd Loch Ness.
Thanks, you pricks. :argh!:
Quote from: Frontside Back on February 07, 2020, 01:35:32 PM
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After a while it stops and rests for a while, I try to offer it an appleslice, because I red from the internet they might eat that. Nope, more head bashing. It has been now doing that on off for hours, and I wonder what I should do.
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Will it even survive that?
It's enough work to look after myself, bring forth your best butterfly experts
Ah yes, butterflies... Once, I had something like that accidentally hatch into a mason jar during the winter. I think it eventually bit the bullet and consumed some cricket food, under protest. It was like these little green jelly cubes. Not quite nectar but still high in fluids and maybe complex carbs. On second thought though, it may have been a moth.
Update:
Haven't seen the butterfly today, which means it has learned something about windows, or it managed to die.
was going to try to trap it in somewhere to try to get it to eat some piece of fruit or sugarwater.
It's hiding really good and I'm getting a bit worried. It amazes me how strong of an emotional connection I have developed with a bug in just a day.
Terrible news.
I found the butterfly dead on the floor, and now I feel like shit because I could've maybe prevented this by being more decisive. I miss it, flying around room, panicking, making the annoying tapping noise when its wings flapped against the glass, refusing to eat. Wonderful stupid thing.
It must have had horrifying last days. Being woken from it's winter sleep feeling what it presumed to be the warmth of spring, only to realize that some idiot had moved the piece of furniture it was sleeping on inside while cleaning his balcony from years of cigarette ash. Seeing the shining sunlight so close, but beyond a massive forcefield without tiniest hole or weakness. A giant stinking ugly monster trying to tell it that it's cold outside.
I really loved it. It brought up a whole new kind of smile up on my face, a childish joy of having something so beautiful in my life. I wanted everything good to come to it, but all I brought was pain and death. My ignorance and apathy prevented me from doing what was good. I didn't find out soon enough.
I don't know what butterflies reincarnate to, but if you ever take a form of a being capable of reading this text I want to say that I'm sorry my actions didn't lead to better outcomes for you. I'll work on myself to prevent such occurrences happening in the future. I will bury you when the ground thaws, among the nettles. I shall kidnap bunch of butterfly babies to raise the most abysmal butterfly army the world has ever seen and with it spread destruction and carnage in your name.
Rest in peace, nameless butterfly.
I will not forget you for a while.
*pours out a little malt liquor*