My young son has been increasingly concerned about his collection of monarch butterfly caterpillars. This began as a Christmas holiday project at our lakeside bach, and he's become agitated that the dry weather might be withering his swan plants, depriving his thriving caterpillar colony of the opportunity to transmogrify themselves into butterflies.
Agreeing it was a serious matter, I cancelled my business appointments this week to make a swift mercy trip to Rotorua to remedy the situation.
Readers bemused at my priorities must understand that in the eyes of a 7-year-old, providing succour to a few voracious caterpillars is far more important than attending board meetings with a bunch of pernickety lawyers wanting to tediously discuss how to carve up a few million on a downtown architectural fit-out.
But planning unscheduled trips to Rotorua is complicated.
First, I need paramedics on standby, equipped with emergency resuscitation equipment, whenever I open Air New Zealand's internet booking system.