I might need to rename my blog because I mention teeth a lot around here; my current teeth, my kids baby teeth, my baby teeth. Busy Bee Talks Teeth. It has an odd ring to it.
A few weeks ago when Callie and I were heading to GA to meet/adopt Lillie, I dropped a box of butterfly chrysalis off to Lolo’s house; she lives an hour north of us. I couldn’t leave the chrysalis with Coach, because most days he leaves before the sun comes up and comes home after the sun goes down, and the butterflies need to be released while it’s sunny out. Lolo had a blast being a butterfly Mom. She released about 12-15 while I was away.
She had a few that didn’t quite make it, this sometimes happens. It’s nature and sometimes I loathe nature. After the first one died she asked if she should put it in her compost, bury it or throw it out.
I said, it doesn’t really matter what you do with them, but at home, I keep them in a bowl on the craft table.
Lolo: “WHAT? That might be more disturbing than saving baby teeth.”
I find them all over the yard; they have such a short life span, it makes sense that I would find them here, dying in their oasis.
I asked her: What are you gonna do with your babies teeth one day? Just toss them in the trash?
Lolo, not missing a beat: Probably. OR I’ll grind them up and add them in a smoothie.
I had a good laugh at this because we still can’t get over women ingesting their own placenta after giving birth. Lordy, I hope that was just a phase. If you ate/drank your own placenta, please do not tell me, nor invite me over for dinner.
I digress. See how I can go from butterflies, to old teeth to eating body parts? It’s a problem.
After I started writing this post, I went to the my garage fridge to retrieve something to prepare for dinner. Lo and behold I found a white peacock butterfly; dead as a doornail on the floor, just waiting to join the others.
My home; Where They Come To Life and then Rest For Eternity. Dang, that sounds like an advertisement for
my stories a soap opera.
Does anyone else collect things that might be umm, uh, unconventional?
Have a great weekend doing whatever it is that you do while we’re not together.