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butterfly vs. moth

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First thing this morning, I was greeted by this butterfly inside the house. I like butterflies. I don't think I've ever seen one wander into the house before. This one appeared to be a Little White (a bit unimaginative of a name), slightly more exotic in Latin, pieris rapae. The grace with which they flutter about literally lifts my spirit. In fact, I'd like to think that the word flutter was created for the butterfly's flight, and nothing else. Without scaring it, I gently pinched its wings and set it free into the garden. I don't mind insects coming into the house. In fact, I believe certain ones are a good omen. Butterflies fall into this category.

At the other end of the spectrum lies the moth. As I was crawling into bed at the end of the same day, I was confronted by this beige horror plastered to the wall above my pillow. I have an unreasonable and paralyzing fear for moths. They act as if they belong to the same genus as the butterfly, but I beg to differ. I don't even accept that they share the same order or even phylum. They elicit the extreme opposite reaction in me upon sighting as the butterfly does, that I cannot accept they're at all related. The way in which they willy-nilly meander in flight like sloppy drunks, bumping into bare bulbs as they messily deposit their dust is absolutely inexcusable. How dare it lay in wait at my bed like this. I grabbed an empty jelly jar from the recycling bin and trapped it against the wall. I slid a postcard onto the opening as a lid and ran in hysterics to the front door as I tossed it out into the dark night. Anybody who's seen Silence of the Lambs knows that moths are a bad omen.

Night and day, cute and ugly, love and hate, good and evil.

Because of my participation as a juror in this week's trial, I've had opposing counsels on the brain a lot. One keeps the other on its toes, and both lose impact without the other. What I may lack in impartiality, I would bring with me in passion were I to sit on the trial of the butterfly and moth. Why am I surprised that these two visitors were parentheticals to my day.

In the end, no charges were filed against either for breaking and entering; they were both released.

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