Today was an interesting day for both Hubert and me, and I think Hubert is eternally hateful of me because of it. The strawberries began rotting so bad that they were turning into a moldy rotten juice of some sort, and I was concerned it would touch Hubert and make him unable to fly, possibly killing him. So I decided to take his cup, put him in a temporary cup (which was a very long and hard process because I also didn’t want him flying around my room), wash his old cup, dry his old cup, and then put him back into his old cup with some bananas as an apology. I also gave him more toothpicks because he seems to like to hang out on those. I’m guessing that’s because they provide a better traction than the cup itself.
Now, however, Hubert is simply sitting at the bottom, not even considering the abundance of food around him, judging me. I may have dampened his wings a little bit, which I was afraid would happen. But I couldn’t have kept him in the previous conditions like that. There would have been more water than toothpick, and he surely would have died then. I probably won’t give him strawberries anymore, because that’s what made this mess in the first place.
I’m sorry, Hubert. I hope this doesn’t make me a bad butterfly mother.
Hubert the Butterfly 