Recent Musings. . .

In my eternal youthful ignorance I used to think butterflies were not overly interesting.  Devoid of personality and a bit smug when I caught them, they had a disdain I did not approve of.  Then I went to the butterfly house at the Bronx Zoo and everything changed.  I saw as if for the first time their little curled snouts, their dusty feet and teeny eyes and all of a sudden their colors blew me away.  Their stumbling through the air like drunken sailors delighted me.  Their camouflage abilities astounded me.  I stand corrected.