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4/18/2005 Sometimes you're ...?
I know, I know...G R O S S! Seriously though, there must be some migratory path of bird sized butterflies on the I-15 Northbound. From about St. George to Spanish Fork I could barely see out my windshield. It was plastered with carcases, one pelting the car after another. The one above was right in my line of sight and was so mangificent I couldn't help but take a picture. No, really...I couldn't help it.
Do butterflies feel in control when they fly, cuz they sure don't look like they're in control! I don't think I've ever seen one fly in a straight line, have you?
What if our planes were engineered after a butterfly? It would probably take us 10 times as long to get somewhere, and we'd probably be really woozie when we finally got there.
Once, on my mission, someone told me that I went to the temple and paid my tithing so that I could be a butterfly in the next life. Should I feel guilty for killing all those dead Mormons? (and in case you're wondering, that's not true. I don't aspire to be a butterfly, ever. Nor does anyone I know.)
The butterfly's brain is the size of a pinhead and contains a complex set of stimulators and regulators. It smells with antennae, tastes with its feet and has remarkably acute vision that enables it to zero in on preferred food plants. Their genetically inherited ability to carry out complex, instinctive tasks is superior to humans, but their ability to learn is not very well developed. (Yeah, like don't fly in the road.)