A dear friend of ours planted a butterfly garden outside her kitchen window. The flowers bloomed and the butterflies were her delight. She told everyone about her beautiful garden and the abundance of wonderful butterflies that it attracted. It was refreshing to see someone, who in her sixties, get so excited about something so simple.

One day my mother stopped by to pay our friend a visit. Immediately she noticed that the butterfly garden was gone, destroyed, she said it looked as if a tornado had touched down and left the flowers strewn about in heaps all over the ground.

When my mother ask what in the world had happened our friend replied, “It was horrible, I came out after breakfast this morning and the entire butterfly garden was infested with these tiny fuzzy worms, so I had little choice but to destroy the garden to get rid of the worms.”

Of course, my mother was shocked and explained to our friend that from these tiny fuzzy worms come butterflies.

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