先日発見した通り、
今年のアオスジアゲハちゃん達は、
枯れ枯れクスノキではなく、
別の場所でサナギになることに決めたみたい。
(賢いよね〜
)
で、新たにもう1匹が、こんな所に‼️
夕方にはこんな所まで‼️
まあ、クスノキは普通大木だから
これくらいの高さ、ヘイチャラなんだろうけど、
ビックリ
無事蝶になってね〜
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毎年初夏から
みかんの木のナミアゲハと、
クスノキのアオスジアゲハの成長を楽しみにしてる。
ナミアゲハは、サナギになるのは
みかんの木ではなく、
家の壁とか、なんだけど、
アオスジアゲハは毎年クスノキでサナギになって、蝶になる。
のが、今年は
クスノキの調子がよろしくないせいか、
こんな所に来てた‼️
ここは、クスノキの横に置いているメダカちゃん水槽の雨よけビニール。
この赤マル辺りまで遠征してた。
しかも、3匹‼️
↓左のはナミアゲハだな。
もう巣立ってるっぽい。
ともかく無事に巣立ちますように‼️
By Gemini
Echoes of Insanity: A Primal Fear Sequel
Five years had crawled by since Aaron Stampler, the meek altar boy, walked free from the mental institution. Martin Vail, forever haunted by the case, had buried himself in pro-bono work, the courtroom drama a distant, unsettling memory.
One sweltering Chicago summer, the city was gripped by a new horror. A series of seemingly unrelated murders – a social worker, a wealthy philanthropist, a young journalist – all strangled, a single white rose left beside each body. The victims had one chilling connection: they were all part of the jury that acquitted Aaron Stampler.
Vail, drawn back into the morbid spotlight by whispers of his past association, felt a cold dread pool in his stomach. He couldn't shake the feeling this was somehow connected to Aaron, or rather, Roy – the manipulative psychopath lurking beneath the surface.
Meanwhile, Roy, basking in his perceived freedom, reveled in the meticulous execution of his revenge. Each night, a new mask – the facade of the innocent Aaron – slipped on, a chilling performance for the world. But Roy grew sloppy. A witness spotted a fleeting glimpse of a tattoo – a snarling wolf – on the killer's arm, a detail the sheltered Aaron wouldn't have.
Vail, haunted by a recurring nightmare of the courtroom, the white rose a recurring symbol, saw the news report. The tattoo – it was from a juvenile detention file, a detail buried deep in the casework. It all fit. Roy, mistaking Vail for a broken man, underestimated his resilience.
Vail, now fueled by a grim determination, delved back into the case. He tracked down a former nurse at the institution, a woman who always suspected Roy's act. With her help, Vail unearthed a hidden sketch – a grotesque self-portrait Roy had drawn during "therapy," depicting himself as a wolf.
The pieces fell into place. Vail contacted the police, anonymously, presenting them with the sketch and the connection to the jury members. A sting operation was set, Vail himself acting as bait, taunting Roy with veiled references to his "performance."
Roy, his facade crumbling, took the bait. Lured into a trap, he lunged at Vail, a primal snarl contorting his face. The police swarmed, the white rose falling from his pocket as they apprehended him.
The trial was a media frenzy. The jury, a different cast this time, saw through the carefully constructed act. The evidence – the witness, the sketch, the connection to the victims – painted a chilling picture. Roy, stripped bare of his charade, remained silent, a chilling emptiness in his eyes.
The verdict: guilty. The sentence: death.
Vail watched from the gallery, a flicker of sadness crossing his face. Justice, perhaps, but a hollow victory. As Roy was led away, his eyes met Vail's for a fleeting moment. A cold smile played on his lips, a whisper escaping them, "There will always be another Aaron."
The courtroom lights dimmed, casting long shadows. The echoes of insanity lingered, a chilling reminder that some darkness cannot be truly contained.