February 12, 2012

• Lepidoptera

  

  I am supposed to be working on a paper about the information seeking habits of adult hobbyists. Specifically, I am writing about the information seeking habits of adults who study butterflies for fun. Because, butterflies. I had to. Old ladies with grey buns and tiny glasses perched on the tips of their noses, sketching wings in the margins of their notebooks while listening to a lecture on the migration patterns of lepidoptera, eating cookies during the break and saying, "Oh, yes, last summer I added milkweed to my garden and you should have seen how the monarchs came." How can you resist that sort of thing? 

  I know these things about butterfly meetings because I went to one, for research purposes. I was a butterfly interloper. My heart nearly burst from the loveliness of so many people glowing with joy while words like Mourning Cloak and Red Admiral hatched from their mouths like fresh wings. 

  But I can't focus on the paper, because I am one butterfly away from becoming a lepidopterist myself. I keep google image searching different species, because the Striped Blue Crow has wings the same pattern as the night sky and I can't stop looking, there are so many things in this world that I want to love. 
   

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