Did I ever mention that I have a crushing fear of butterflies?
I do. And I’m aware that I’m in the minority, but I just don’t understand those people (everyone but me, it seems) who think that they are floaty little angels on earth. You know what they are? BUGS. With two (sort of) pretty body parts.
And you know how I feel about bugs.
A few years back, I had a boyfriend decide to surprise me by taking me to the Butterfly Conservatory at the Museum of Natural History. The Butterfly Conservatory, if you’ve never been, is an enormous room where thousands of butterflies fly around freely…and sometimes even land on you. Everyone else sort of swanned about, blissfully communing with nature and oohing and aahing over the horrifying creatures that were swarming all around them, while I crouched in a corner by a fan and freaked out until my boyfriend finally took pity on me and whisked me off to Gray’s Papaya.
