Pet Butterfly

Last week, we had a butterfly follow us home from Mimi's. It rode along on Mason's car seat right into the house. I don't think it could fly for some reason. Zander was fascinated by it. He went down for a nap and the first thing he asked when he woke up was, "Where's the butterfly?" It stayed in the house overnight and Zander played with it the next morning. He enjoyed watching it and poking and petting it. I told him we needed to let the butterfly go back outside so it could find some food, otherwise he would die. So, he agreed and let him out on the back porch. He was watching to see if it would move and Cassy, our big fat Golden Retriever, came tromping over and smashed it. Poor butterfly dies anyway. I guess I should have just let him live in the house. Oh well, RIP little butterfly.