A butterfly and some life

We had this new parking structure since beginning of the year. And recently i start to see empty pupas everywhere on the pillar foot, and today... wow!

I didn't know she has such a bad English name, i don't like it to be honest. In China, we simply call her "yellow verge" (which i also don't really like).

It goes back to 2000 when I was brought to an rural area of our province by my parents. It was an autumn afternoon and we were sitting on the back truck of some motor vehicle going along a country road. Golden sunshine through the woody surroundings, ,,, and,,, then ,,,, this beauty "yellow verge" just fly across the road that we have just passed, and disappeared on the other side of the wood, 5s. Short enough if you are not a nature fan, but long enough to stun a boy who has 3 years old being a collector.

I don't know how to describe the feeling, she was just went immediately to the top experience of sublimity so that the shock is hardly speaking of a collector but sort of life education and world view. How could something being so beautiful?

2000, that's the year I went for three insect collection trips, after the first in Shandong and second in Zhangjiajie in 2000 summer, and this one. It's even a banquet for a professional collector. Since i started being a nature fan, my parents had taken every of their chances to take me around when they have a meeting or conference somewhere else. My grandparents, too, they capture bugs when they are in the long line in front of restaurant or even in the bathroom....... When I am looking at any of my old collections, these are all things that come to my mind.

Let alone the old childhood smells, kitchen and garden, face and voice of relatives, and how they have been doing till nowaday. These are the things that slowly rising to my mind, light as a piece of nocturne but mellow like evening ocean tide.

I know people here love nature for different reasons, and whatever creature you like and liked, fit into different places of your life cabinet. Some people start young but end early, some start late but continue to death. Some for money, some for showing off, some for hobby and company. For me, though scientist life now has stressed and tortured me who started off dreaming as being a pure collector for a life, I have seen these lovely insects and plants as not only a hobby that kill plethora time of a dull adult, but a nearly intangible relaxation goes deepest to resonate the blood, and even more, a toast to old time and beloved old friends, forever.

That autumn, at the end of trip, we finally got one sample of "yellow verge" taken by my dad, only one. Skip all the excitement. It is so intact that I didn't even try to shape it into the standard posture, for the fear of possible lesion. (We didn't have soften equipment before fixing it into shape back from trip) Five years later, during a check and cleaning, one of antenna was stuck off accidently and later on being glued on. (We lost a lot of specimen that sad year) Add another five years, I became a freshman of bio major. And then, somewhere in time, when people just keep moving on and lose track of time, my grandma said goodbye forever, and their old apartment garden abandoned, and I have been not living at home for more than a decade.... So many things and so little imprint...

Now on the pacific coast, drinking besides a yellow nightlamp, I believe my only specimen of "yellow verge" is still sitting in the hometown box somewhere in dark, soundly.

Publicado el agosto 5, 2021 04:33 MAÑANA por chao7 chao7

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Mariposa Velo de Duelo (Nymphalis antiopa)

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Agosto 4, 2021 a las 12:17 MAÑANA UTC

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