Welcome to the butterfly hospice

Meet Hazel. World, Hazel. Hazel, World.


I found Hazel during my walk to pick up the post. She was on the sidewalk, attempting to fly, but unable to due to her right wing being ripped in two.

I picked her up, named her Hazel, and brought her back to the apartment. I assumed she would die within the hour, because that is my luck.

(No, truly, it is. I tend to find hurt insects and worms on my walk. I then name them and they die within an hour. Like the earthworm I found that I named Jim.)




Jonathan, introducing honey water to Hazel.


I decided to take a guess at what local butterflies eat and made a honey water using local honey for her to drink in case she was hungry. I was pessimistic, seeing my history of injured beings. But lo and behold, she started to eat!




Hazel, eating honey water. (That long dark string sticking into the honey water is her proboscis.





Sad Panda me, holding Hazel outside.


That was on Sunday. Today is Thursday and we are still acting as a strange butterfly hospice. Hazel is set up in the Super Happy Fun Room. She tends to enjoy television, especially the following:

"Steel Magnolias";

"How I met your mother";

"The Big Bang Theory"; and

"Degrassi:Next Generation".

So, that's been my week thus far.