Sigh, If Only That Were Nectar

I may be a beautiful and delicate insect, sought after by entomologists and 10 year old girls alike, but I lead a tough existence. I long for the caterpillar days once again, when I was tiny and food was abundant. Unfortunately, when in chrysalis, I developed a thyroid condition that ballooned me to these proportions, and fueling this body on the nectar of fresh flowers is nearly impossible. I get by on fountain sodas, but I yearn for a full drink of satisfying nectar.