A couple of months ago I found a mysterious thing while cleaning in the living room. I have no explanation of how this occurred, but I was enchanted by how perfect it was.
From out of nowhere, a perfect – but dead – Swallowtail Butterfly ended up on the end table. Perfectly preserved as though it was on purpose. I would have noticed a butterfly fluttering around my house. I notice any other bug that may find it’s way in. Lets just say I have a hate-hate relationship with most of them.
I looked for a way to preserve it further and settled in placing it in a bowl of potpourri for now. I may or may not frame it in a shadow box later. But for now, every time I see it I marvel at its beauty, and how the heck it ended up perfectly preserved on my end table.