Fairies are disguised as butterflies and flowers, that's why it's so strange to see one out of season....

The woman in charge at work decided to read the pre-schoolers a book without pictures about fairies and their adventures of fighting evil and saving the good fairies from an unfortunate death. The line above came straight from the book, and I kid you not, last week there was a butterfly in my room. [temperatures are below freezing, and there's a butterfly in my room?!] At first I thought it was a bit of a pest. But after about 3 days of coming into my room to my butterfly (who I named "Betsy") I began to feel sorry for the creature. No, I do not believe that my butterfly was a fairy, but I felt sorry for the little beauty as she was limited to a few days to see the world and she was trapped in my blase' room. I felt genuinely bad, so I decided to let Betsy out of my room so she could at least have the rest of the house to fly around in. I was afraid to let her outside because she would freeze in no time at all. After letting her out (careful not to touch her wings because someone told me when I was little that the oils on our hands damage the wings.. not sure if it's true.. ) I let her out and she flew around for about 20 seconds and then flew directly back into my room. That's when I decided to name her. Anyway, I haven't seen her today, so I'm sure she's dead somewhere on my floor. How sad am I to mourn the death of a butterfly...

I'm not sure why, but I'm glad I can have feelings for such an insignificant living thing. I'm glad I could never hunt, or fish because I can't even stomach killing a worm. I say this, and yet I eat meat, all meat from innocent living animals but I wouldn't if I had to kill it myself.

I am highly considering becoming a vegetarian.