The second butterfly…

I found a dead butterfly outside of the rehab center where Dad spent some time this summer, while I was on a conference call pushing forward on SBTV.  Inspired, I put it in the car and planned to mount it at some point.  Later when my nieces were visiting they started chasing a butterfly so Mom got out a net.  We caught an identical butterfly and I thought perfect, I can give one to our partner.  Watching this one struggle to get out of the net, the guilt began to creep in, and I was relieved a bit later when we discovered it had escaped..