Three years ago, a friend gave me a potted plant of white butterfly orchid, which I casually left on my desk. What I did not expect was that all the flowers disappeared within days. I then found a rather ugly worm on a green stem, crawling. It needed flowers for food, so I bought another plant of white butterfly orchid. I laid the worm on a petal. Watching it slowly chewing the flower and sucking into the purple stamen, I started to appreciate it. Together we listened to Wagner’s music. Sometimes it would raise its head to check on me, and seemed to be content. I thus asked: Are you Gregor Samsa? In the end, the worm hid between leaves and spat silk to form a cocoon. Later it broke loose, metamorphosed into a beautiful butterfly, and flew away. I was so touched at that moment.