Today, I was just thinking of the future and catching caterpillars with my kids to show them the life cycle. When the caterpillar spins himself into a cocoon, i will tell them that story about the boy who shouldn't have helped the butterfly, the one they recycle during morning devotions one too many times. I also remembered my childhood crush who could hypnotize butterflies and hold them by the wings and place them on his tiny fingers. I mused about the padding of butterfly feet, would they be rough? I thought of the dragon fly who landed on my arm, he clutched on tightly but I couldn't remember if he had rough feet. Coincidentally, on my way home, I saw a pair of plain butterflies fluttering and chasing each other and i thought of love and I wondered what kind of qualification I would need to be a pandalogist. Would I need to take exams? Would I enjoy studying for said exams? I am going to volunteer at the zoo after my A levels.
(Val's Stream Of Consciousness.)
p.s to the stranger who has been strange-ing my posts. 'Hello'
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