okay, so we've all had a traumatizing experience with SOME sort of animal. i've had more than one, but i still love animals because i'm dumb.so, before i start off, and not explain why i freaked out around a bunch of butterflies and have you think i'm a huge wuss (which i probably am) i was six when this happened.
so, my parents decided to take me to the Bronx Zoo (i think that was it) and i was extremely excited about seeing the butterflies.if i did not get to see the butterflies, i'd surely piss myself from sheer excitement.i stayed up all night,daydreaming about the butterflies.the next day, i wore a blue shirt, which supposedly attracts butterflies.
well, when i got there, i could hardly contain myself.i was about to explode and i wanted to run, but i had to walk with my mom, which was slow and painful.it was like being lit on fire while a rhinoceros stepped on your face.finally we got there, and i was jumping up and down and flailing, and people were probably staring.we got in, all was nice for about 5 minutes, then a few butterflies came out and landed on my shirt. it felt weird, and it tickled, and i was slightly afraid / weirded out, but i ignored that and tried to focus on how pretty the butterflies were.i was fine on the outside until about five dozen came out and flew around me, and landed on my face, legs, and shirt. it was itchy and tickly and i was scared to squish them, so i started flailing around, screaming and crying. i made a fool of myself, but i didn't care, because butterflies were evil in my eyes. i probably embarassed my mom, too.
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