Wow, Rivka, I did almost the same thing. It was a cocoon, full of almost butterfly. I couldn't wait for it to burst open with winged splendor. I talked to it. I told it we would enjoy the summer together. And then I squeezed it.

And it cracked. No summer days for butterfly.

You are so brave to write about this.

I finally get that Biblical passage: forgive the little children for they know not what they do.

Great piece!