Mister called me in to see a butterfly that had flown in an open door. It was beating itself against a window, desperate to rejoin the outside world. I decided to help the little critter in its quest.
Did you ever have a butterfly net when you were a child? I seem to recall such an item, and it also seems like my sisters and I tried to use it, but never managed to capture anything other than each other. Of course, I could be wrong about all that, but my brain-hole is telling me that’s the way it went down. Anyhoo – I certainly don’t own a butterfly net now. And I really could have used one this past weekend. That butterfly was tricky, I tell ya. As it evaded my man-hands, I could feel the breeze it was creating, all around me. Naturally, that led me to thinking about The Butterfly Effect. Hmm. Science.
After a short while, I did manage to grab the butterfly and I walked the little dude outside, to freedom. It flitted away, as if nothing had happened. Instant recovery. I’d like to get me some of that.