Partner and I are planning a trip to Florida in October, which means (of course) Disney World. Partner has been there several times; I've only been there once, with him, in 2002. He pretty much had to drag me there, as I was very dubious about whether or not I'd enjoy it.
Of all of our vacations together, it was one of the best.
I will limit myself to one recollection. We were walking in the Animal Kingdom – maybe through the India part – and suddenly an enormous butterfly landed on Partner. These butterflies, I don't know where they get them, but they have an affinity for people, and they're very tame; they will land on you with no fear at all. They are enormous and very beautiful.
They also grip you like bejeezus with their little butterfly feet.
It doesn't hurt; it's kind of like a very small pinch. But they are very determined not to fall off, and they make sure you know it.
As you can see in the above photo, we played with the butterfly for some time. It finally got bored, left us, and found a family with small children. It decided it liked the little boy best, and landed on his head. The rest of the family was delighted. “Oh my god Bobby! How pretty! Look at the pretty pretty butterfly!”
Bobby did not look as if he was entertained by this at all. He looked alarmed. You could tell that, while the rest of the family was enjoying the pretty pretty butterfly, he was feeling the pretty pretty butterfly's claws digging into his skin.
I was a little afraid that Bobby might panic and squash the pretty pretty butterfly, but the Disney organization evidently trains the butterflies to know when they've reached your limit. It flew away at last.
On an old episode of “The Simpsons,” Bart announces that he'd like to come back as a butterfly. “Why?” Lisa asks.
Bart smirks. “Because,” he says, “no one ever suspects the butterfly.”
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