We were at a nearby metro plaza recently where we snatched a little caterpillar out of the jaws of sure death-by-human-shoe; we carried him home (into the jaws of sure death-by-child-adoration?). He was placed into a beautiful habitat, abundantly admired, and promptly left on a sunny windowsill. We found him the next day - shriveled and most certainly dead.
ah no . . . not dead; after a good 12 hours we could see a clearly defined chrysalis.
Malachai hovered over that chrysalis; During weeks I could hear him daily - scolding Selma for touching it, or updating Josu on new developments in its color or shape.
I was sure it was dead.
But it wasn't!
because look! he came out!
(isn't he lovely?)
We gave him a few hours to dry out his wings, called over the neighbors to have a good look, and then opened a window for him.
Certainly, God's majestic creativity and generous guiding hand is on display every time a caterpillar wraps himself into a chrysalis and emerges as a butterfly; I do think, though, that this guy may have received an extra dose of divine protection . . .