Whew. I was starting to write a lame-o post about our day at the auction, when I had to go out back to fact-check one of the boxes of stuff. There was a monarch butterfly resting on the screen door, and it followed me inside! AHHHHHH!!!!!
There was much jumping and hooting and running around on my part. Lloyd looked at me like I was crazy, which is to say – he looked at me, for I am crazy.
Then he took care of it. Not ‘took care of it’ like that – he caught it in a paper bag and let it go outside, but not before I performed some really helpful tasks, like moving a ladder and putting on a jacket.
As Lloyd came back inside he said, “Is this going to be your post?”
“Yes.”
“You going to write about the hooting?”
*sigh* “Yes.”
(I’m not brave like Tara.) Bugs creep me out!