Polygenerosity

I like the sound of polygenerosity. It popped into my head today. I'm not quite sure what it means as of yet, but am counting on the polygenerosity of strangers to help me define the term. I suspect it may have something to do with the tendency of some humans to be kind to all other living things, including those members of their own species who may seem unworthy. In future posts, I will list instances of polygenerosity, (and perhaps instances of decidedly NOT.)

The photo of the large moth to the left is my husband's gloved hand holding a polyphemous moth. These incredibly beautiful creatures do not eat once they leave their cocoons as adults. They live for only a week or so to mate and then die. This beautiful male was probably near death when we found our dog having at him in the grass. He fluttered feebly along the ground trying to get away from the dog's paws. We scooped him up and placed him high in a nearby bush to live out his last few hours in peace. I am not sure if we did him any good. He was gone by morning. But it may be the first example I have of polygenerosity.

I am going shopping today. A terrific place to begin my search for more examples.