rehabilitation

This morning, on my way to work, I found a dragonfly sitting at the edge of the lawn of Maeser Hill. The entomologist in me knew that this was not typical behavior for one of these creatures, especially after a big rainstorm, and the bleeding heart in me picked it up and started helping it dry off. By the end of the walk to my building, we had successfully gotten the majority of the water droplets off, straightened out the folds in its wings, and it began beating these wings to fan off the remaining moisture.