The kids found a dying butterfly outside the front gate of the school this morning.
Some kids just wanted to observe the butterfly and wonder at how swarms of ants were chewing up its wings.
Others preferred to study the butterfly, remarking how they could figure out the cause of death by slicing it open.
MY kid danced around the butterfly in a bizarre mourning ritual screaming, “Live, man! LIIIVE! For Jesus’s sake take another breath!'” Then she gently picked up the butterfly with a stick and put it in the planter so it “could die in peace.”
I’m simultaneously proud and terrified.