Why I hate butterflies

A short story about why butterflies scare me.

When I was very young, I was visiting my godmother in Salem for the weekend, I think. I really liked it there, even though she had nothing to eat with gluten in it. She was a real health nut. Well while I was there, we were heading to a place that was kind of like a Butterfly Emporium, they called it. Well, before i went in there I had no problem with butterflies. But Imagine, walking into a giant room filled with creatures flying around, getting into your face, landing on your arms and just fluttering everywhere. It's the fluttering that really gets me. But then, a huge butterfly, which was only a bit smaller than my head, landed right on my neck. Right on it! I felt like a bird had perched on me. It was so terrifying, I would have rather been inside the snake part of the weird zoo-like place. So now, whenever I am near a butterfly, I can't help but scream. It scares me. I realize later that it won't hurt me any more than a fly could, but it doesn't help the fact that I find butterflies scary. I get really embarrassed afterwards, as well. Just another creature on the huge list of things that scare me. Seeing butterfly pictures don't scare me, though. Just the fluttering.

Author's Note

This is not a joke by the way. This really happened.