Jenny was excited, she had been outside hunting bugs and butterfly chrysalis for only a few hours and she''d already found a whole bunch.


    Out of everyone in her class, she was the best at hunting them. She didn''t tell even her best friends her secret. The water directly beside her house had them everywhere.


    Usually, you could only find chrysalis on branches and stuff, but the population of bugs behind her house was awesome.


    She had heard Mommy scream a few times from bugs coming to the house. It was awesome, but Mommy didn’t get it nomatter how many times she tried to show her.


    Jenny crossed her arms and shook her head, admiring the treasure trove of bugs surrounding her. Mommy just didn’t understand what was important in life.


    Daddy understood about bugs, but he was still gone and Jenny was mad at him for that. She hadn’t gotten a single good bedtime story in forever. Mommy stopped trying after the second night after Jenny convinced her to. She was amazing with so many things, but not bugs and not stories.


    Jenny crouched low as she spotted a vibrant green chrysalis dangling from a thin, low hanging branch. Jenny scooted in close, pulled out her shears and gently snipped the branch a few inches on either side before the chrysalis. With all the care that Daddy had taught her, she slipped it into her ventilated plastic collector.


    Daddy had gotten her this collector before he left. She wanted to show him how much it helped by the time he came back, so she was filling it up.If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation.


    ”Jenny,” Mommy called from the porch. Jenny couldn’t see her from this deep in the trees.


    ”Yes Ma’am?” Jenny called back.


    “You’re cheesy mac Is ready, come wash up.”


    ”I’ll be right there,” Jenny promised. She was hoping Mommy added the little bits of cut up hot dog in the mac.


    Today was a good day and not just because Mommy wasn’t having one of her exhausted days. It was also a good day because Jenny had found so many beautiful specimens to watch grow and hatch and now she got to have cheesy mac? Life was good.


    Just when Jenny was about to head home, she spotted a weird looking chrysalis in the reeds, near the edge of the water. She had almost missed it, but a flicker of light reflected off of it, making it stand out.


    She waded into the ankle deep water and picked it up, not caring that the ends of her pants got a little wet.


    Jenny gasped at the chrysalis in admiration. It was unlike anything she had seen before. It was smooth as glass and shined in a swirl of silver and dark green. The silver parts reflected the light like her hand mirror did. The Chrysalis was much smaller than the other ones she collected, but it was super heavy. It was so heavy that Jenny slipped it into her overall’s front pocket so it wouldn’t smash the other chrysalis.


    This was the coolest find of the day by far. She decided to name the chrysalis Swirly.


    Jenny couldn’t wait to see what type of butterfly Swirly would hatch into. She patted her overall pocket to make sure Swirly was safe.


    “Jenny, it’s going to get cold if you wait any longer.”


    ”Coming,” Jenny said, she gathered her net, clippers and her two bug bins. One with Chrysalis and one with different bugs she caught. After double checking shehad everything like Mommy taught her to, she headed straight home as fast as possible. She was extra careful to not jostle her prizes too much as she hurried home. They were more likely to hatch if you were careful with them.


    A broken Chrysalis was a sad thing