MONARCH

a tale of migration and resilience.

when I was a child in the suburbs of southern california in the early aughts, the monarch butterfly migration was an event that I could only describe as magic. I walked through clouds of them on the way home from school. flocks so thick that they blotted out the sky. the windshield of my mom's camry collected dozens of them with every grocery run. in parking lots their carcasses decorated the grills of vans and oversize SUVs. when they came, people rejoiced online: "the butterflies are back!" until slowly — almost imperceptibly at first — they stopped coming, and everyone moved on to posting about other things.

western monarch butterflies have declined by 99% since the 1980s.

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