

One day (aka July 4, 2005), Newchur meandered up to the corner of his little condo. He relaxed so much his mid section bowed up allowing him to make a stubby little "J" shape. He leaned back a bit from the frame at the top, suspended by two thing filaments near his head.

The very next day he was wrapped tight in a cocoon, where he remained for two weeks until. . .

He emerged as a butterfly. And the young boy's mother discovered from the blue markings that "he" is most likely really a "she" -- even though the boy insists his mother is wrong about this.

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