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Stories and Fables IS IT A GRUB, OR IS IT A BUTTERFLY?
Posted byLizzy on Tuesday, November 30 @ 00:00:00 EST
Contributed by whitedove

I live in a house, in one of those suburbs near the famous Olympic Park in Sydney. It is an old house, fibro and painted pink! Yuk you maybe thinking, yet look again, it is a very attractive house, regardless of its choice of construction material. It's a tidy house, with lawns mowed each month by Ricky, who travels all the way from down south Kurnell, the oil refinery area of Sydney, to convert my lawns into a tidy and welcoming plot to any visitors that may decide to drop in, or to those that have been invited, or for me to lay a blanket out on a warm winters day, out in the backyard and bask in the sun with a good book and throw a ball for two of my best friends, who always are up for playing a game of chase??.

A home with 4 bedrooms, a sunroom, a poky kitchen that I cook my wonderful nutritious meals in, and all and all it is blessed with what we aussies term "An outside dunny". (Not that I noticed that fact, when I took on the lease, I was too rushed to notice that it was outside) Yet this house, has given me, and my two hairy pets the greatest of times, and comfort.

I have some pots outside the back door (near the dunny) planted with parsley, thyme, sweet pea and coriander (man that herb is hard to grow), anyway, a few times I have ventured out and checked up on my herbs, as one does, and found, a green grub eating away at the one herb that I am having the hardest time nurturing, yes you guessed it, the coriander! I picked that green grub off, and not been one for killing nature, I tossed it into the lawn far from the herbs as possible.

It's amazing how those things we want lest have the unusual ability to come back and haunt us. A few days later the green grub has found it's way back to the coriander, again!! I pick it off, feelings it's soft body between my fingers, all the while cursing the grub that it has eaten the new leaves on my struggling coriander; same routine, I pick it off and toss it out into lawn space, this time even a little further out than previously.

A week goes by, and I am out the back sitting down having a cup of coffee, and I glance over and catch a glimpse of the green grub who now has decided, in my viewpoint, to wait in the corner crevice of the wall outside near the herbs till the time is right, to later meander over to my herbs. Ah ha, I got ya! Indignant I step over and grab the grub, then realize too late that it was wrapped in a faint cocoon of a web it had just started to weave, but it's too late, I have picked it out and started walking towards the lawn.

In my guilt, that I have just stopped Mother Nature, I walk over in a daze and leave it on a brick near the fence and in my mind, instruct it to cocoon there.

Then I sit back to finish my coffee, and it suddenly hits me "that brick is too cold to cocoon on","it's going to be exposed to the weather", "who am I to choose where it should cocoon", "it knows better than me of the best place to cocoon". Damn, or should I say goodness suddenly befalls me, and I realise what I have done, sure the little green grub had been eating my coriander, yet it's purpose which I failed to see was so that it could evolve into it's next stage and my corianders purpose was not for me but for it!

I get up walk over back to the brick, pluck the "little cute" green grub (I've now warmed to it) up in my fingers, profusely apologise under my breath and walk back over to the original spot (outside the dunny) and try for it's dear life to get it to grab to that corner crevice again. I finally manage to talk it into hanging on, (yeah right as if I had that power) and I walk away relieved that now it can accomplish it's and mother nature's intention. Later that day, I was glad to see that the cocoon stage had again begun. What a relief!!!

This is a little episode in the life of an Australian citizen, living in a fibro house with an outside dunny, and that of a little green grub which made me stop and think?..how many things do we push away thinking that they are just ?grubs?, of no use, and a nuisance to us?never stopping to think that they are perhaps, butterflys in the making?


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