I was walking along a street with my brother and his girlfriend when I spotted a small butterfly making tiny leaps into the air not far off the footpath. It seemed to be in distress so I stopped to look more closely.
“It’s covered in ants! It’s being devoured by them!” I said to my brother and his girlfriend, who were standing several metres ahead of me. I crouched down and gently picked the butterfly up. They both looked a bit grossed out as I walked over and held my hand out to show them.
“We have to help it. You have to put it out of it’s misery!”, I begged my brother.
“It looks like it has been dead for a while. It’s body is hollow and decayed.”, he replied.
“But it was trying to fly!” The ants started to crawl up my arm so I shook them away.
“I think it was just the wind blowing it around.”, my brother’s girlfriend said.
I looked down sadly at the dead butterfly in my hand. “What should we do with it?”
“Let nature take care of it. There’s nothing you can do.”, they told me.
I placed it back where I found it. At least the ants wouldn’t go hungry. My brother’s girlfriend handed me a tissue and some hand sanitiser. I wiped away the little bits of orange and black dust imprinted onto my palm then smiled to cover my own hollowness and decay.