So I was outside watering the mums in front of the shop and I see this little dude flapping his wings against the window.
… from the inside.
And I’m like, okay… that’s not where you’re supposed to be. So I went back in and apparently he’s been hanging out in the front half of the shop for the past two days- which is kind of cool from our perspective but when your adult life span is only four weeks it sucks big time. He rode in on a customer and has been stuck there, trying to get out.
Like he’s a psychopomp, he’s got a busy schedule. Ain’t got time to stop and hang around with the living.
So I get him to hop onto my hand and take him outside to set him free.
Just as I’m giving him the gentle loft into the October air, a woman comes up to me and asks for directions to the CVS.
“Uhhh… yeah, you take Morse Crossing to Morse,” I said, pointing with my hand, currently adorned with butterfly. “And then you take a left and its a couple miles down on your left.”
“I’m sorry, I take a…”
“Take a right out of here ‘till you get to Morse, take a left, and it’ll be on your left off of Cleveland.” The monarch is crawling up my arm, not getting the hint.
The woman is… distracted. “Is that… a real butterfly?”
“Yeah, he’s not getting the hint that he’s supposed to fly south,” I said.
Then, as if being reminded that it’s migration season, he launches himself from my wrist and takes off flying towards her face. She ducks, and then runs.
I shrugged to myself and went back to watering the mums. A few minutes later, I just see this blur of orange when the butterfly decides to come back, latches onto my hoodie and starts crawling around. I had to physically detach him from me and set him down on one of our big pots of mums.
Because apparently he’d rather hang around with weird humans instead of eat actual food.
But anyhow, he takes a pretty picture.
Weirdo.
That woman is pretty sure she got directions from an actual fae