Butterflies

As I was walking to Shilling so I can fulfill my job as "data enterer" (which apparently isn't working out so well, as I cannot get into Dr. Collinsworth's office...), there were butterflies flying around the sidewalk. One landed a few steps in front of me. I walked past, and the butterfly didn't move.

I was reminded of my kid days, when all I wanted to do was catch butterflies. I never did catch one. Then I thought this was probably a good thing since that'd be like getting kidnapped to a human. It doesn't make it ok if you release the kidnapped after you scare the living hell out of them. Those people go through serious counseling, I'm sure!

But then I think that this isn't like kidnapping at all. Me capturing a butterfly would be parallel to getting abducted by aliens (the different species thing). Now I've never been one to care about aliens to gather an opinion of whether they exist or not, but now, my experience of contemplating the butterfly is telling me it's totally plausible. We don't believe these people, and I bet the friends and families of the captured butterflies think it's an insane notion that humans kidnapped them.

I think I'm sleep deprived.