Understanding why I fear such a small and harmless creature is a puzzle that
is missing pieces.
Since a child I have indulged in horror movies and
enjoyed the darkness of the night over the light of day, but the doors of my
imagination can be closed to the zombies and werewolves that watch me but to the
abomination that is known as the butterfly they can never be shut. The worst
is always when I allow my imagination to run wild and I think of all the
horrible things that could happen, butterflies landing on my back and walking up
it or maybe caterpillars falling from a tree onto my face.
- Jesse -