I am not afraid of butterflies.
September 13th, 2007So there I was, minding my own business, smoking a cigarette in the parking lot, when I saw a butterfly flying around. There are always butterflies around and I enjoy watching them, so that’s what I was doing.
When, out of nowhere, the butterfly turned, flew right at me and slammed into my face. Then he flew off, minding his own business.
I’ve been attacked by geese, goats, pigeons, moths, wasps, cats, dogs, and uncountable other animals, but I have never, NEVER been attacked by a butterfly. Damn thing SHOVED me and flew away.
Princess said "This is why you should stay away from nature." I told her I was in a PARKING LOT. She said "Well, maybe you smelled really good." But I was smoking a cigarette.
Let’s face it. Nature hates me.
Addendum:
I was thinking about it, and I realized that the common thread in all these stories is that I’m standing there MINDING MY OWN BUSINESS. Think about it… the pigeon that attacked me, the guy offering me tacos, lasers in your eye and now the butterfly.
Clearly, the answer is to stop minding my own business is make a point to be more meddlesome, all the time.
"Nobody ever suspects the butterfly."
-Bart Simpson
Are you sure it wasn’t a rabid moth? That would explain it flying around attacking people during the day. And you know how you hate moths…maybe he sensed it!
Comment by cav&kav � September 16, 2007 @ 9:13 am
Well, considering it was yellow and black and looked like a monarch, I suppose it’s *possible* that it was an undercover assassin moth.
But, really… when you come right down to it, my life is bizarre enough without adding in costumed assassins of other species…
Comment by FyreGoddess � September 17, 2007 @ 8:46 am