********************** This morning, my wife, who got up earlier than us to make the kids’ kindergarten lunches, came to wake me up. Apparently, one of the nymphs that had been poking its head above the water last night had emerged into a dragonfly sometime during the night.
The dragonfly itself, however, was flapping its wings frantically on the floor about a meter away from the curtain. Another unusual event?
When I picked it up, I noticed all its legs were completely shriveled, making it impossible to grip anything. It kept flapping its wings, but it couldn’t fly.
Even when I tried letting it cling to the grapevine on the balcony, it immediately fell off.
I placed it on a cardboard box to at least let it experience some fresh air. Even as I write this, the dragonfly is struggling to take off, circling on the ground like a fly at the end of its life.
Finally having emerged, yet unable to fly or perch on anything, the only future left for this dragonfly is death. Facing the harsh reality of nature two times in a row… It seems too harsh to explain this to my three- and five-year-old, so I think I’ll just tell them the story as: “It became a dragonfly and flew off into the sky before we knew it.”