Butterflies.

Butterflies. The most evil creatures on the planet. Most people look at me like I am crazy when I say this, but I know.

I think this all started when I was little. I remember being in my bedroom at our old house, and I had this poster which, during the day, was REALLY cool. It had the alphabet on it, but the letters were all photographs of butterfly wings whose patterns made the shapes of the letters. I am sure my parents thought it was great. Little did they know that they were traumatizing me for life. Because when the lights went off and I fell asleep, all of the butterflies in that poster would come and fly out at me, attacking me like a well trained legion of the Roman Empire. I was dreaming of course, but it was horrifying. And I just can't shake the feeling that butterflies are secretly brilliant masterminds who are plotting our deaths so they can take over the world.

I know, I know - I need serious help. I'm on medication already. It's helping.

Still, when I am walking during the summer and some "friendly" butterfly gets in my face and goes FLAP FLAP FLAP I just want to kill it. If you've been following my posts on here, you know that one of my things is that I hate all things "creepy crawly" - well I should add to that, and make it 'creepy crawly or flappy" because butterflies just freak me the hell out.

Also note, that often time brightly colored animals are often the most dangerous because they have no reason to fear predators because they are poisonous and therefore do not need camouflage. You know that's true because it's on the internet. (That's a joke. It's true because it's in biology text books and my professor said so). Anyway. I'm just telling you, don't trust the butterflies. They are up to no good.

And don't EVEN get me started on the moths.