Charlotte's Preggers

She hung there from my ceiling in the same place next to my chair for almost three hours, not moving. She is, after all, feeling heavy and tired.

When she stirred, I found an envelope for her to rest on, cut the cord, and took her outside. I am not sentimental about the skinny little striped ones, they do not survive if I find them in my house. But I have a soft spot for the white ones, which usually lurk in the center of some of my favorite flowers. I like to think they keep the aphids off the roses. Charlotte probably came in on something I made into a bouquet. Now she's back where she belongs.