The one thing that really picked up my day after that though was finding a little butterfly flopping on the lawn. It was orange, black, and beautiful. I had to be pretty careful trying to coax it into my hand. It looked like it suffered from a broken wing but man could it move. I thought that bug was doing the daytona 500 hundred floppy fish style. I captured it and couldn't help from giggling. Anything squirmy in my hands makes me real ticklish. So, here I am laughing my hat off in fit of the giggles while trying to find a place to the butterfly down at (since most of the students cut across the lawn to get to class). I found a patch of dandelions opened my hand to let it climb on and the darn little guy folded himself up scared spitless. I had to take the butterfly, litterally place it on the flowers, and leave but not before petting it. I mean how many opportunities would I have petting a butterfly. It was like a moment from one of my favorite mangas. The butterfly was a monarch with a long thin stripe down its body. Maybe I should've called it stripey? Anyway when I came back the butterfly calmed down after sucking down some nectar. Niceness just really rocks.
Sincerely
Mistlan
Mistlan