Today, I found two new friends on the underside of a Milkweed leaf.
Do they know that they will grow 3000 times their current size?
Do they know which one is male and which one is female?
Are they siblings? (Likely!)
Do they know that I will take care of them through each instar, through each molting, through each metamorphosis? That I will speak to them as if they know my language, as if we understand each other’s ways, as if it will make a difference? That, when I release each one as an adult into the world, I will wish that they had stuck around for minute longer? That I will wish them luck in this cruel world, hoping they find some food and a mate, in that order?
Madison, Wisconsin | 2018
Kelly Green Guilbeau 