When I thought of what to do for the prompt, fat, I thought of the butterflies that are already starting to flitter around my garden, greedily sucking up the nectar of the many flowers planted there.
When I was a child, I used to sneak up on butterflies and pick them up off the flowers they were feasting on. My dad says he used to watch me from a window inside the house and he was always astounded that I could actually catch them.
We also had a picnic table in the yard that was (apparently) the perfect place to hang a chrysalis. I used to love to sit underneath that table and watch the progress of my almost-butterfly friends. I still love butterflies more than any other insect in the garden.