Lel, this reminds me of a text I read for my Japanese literature class. It’s about a woman in the royal court who’s considered particularly eccentric- she doesn’t do shit but study various bugs/slugs/etc. in her room. It’s called “The Lady Who Loved Insects”. My translation is by Donald Keene in his “Anthology of Japanese Literature”:
“She for her part took immense trouble in explaining her ideas, but this only resulted in making them feel as if she were much cleverer than they. “No doubt”, they would say, “all you tell us is quite true, and so far as we are concerned you may do as you please. But people as a rule only make pets of charming and pretty things. If it gets about that you keep hairy caterpillars you will be thought a disgusting girl and no one will want to know you.” “I do not mind what they think”, she answered. “I want to inquire into everything that exists and find out how it began. Nothing else interests me. And it is very silly of them to dislike caterpillars, all of which will soon turn into lovely butterflies.” Then she again explained to them carefully how the cocoon, which is like the thick winter clothes that human beings wear, wraps up the caterpillar till its wings have grown and it is ready to be a butterfly. Then it suddenly waves its white sleeves and flits away...