There once was a little girl who was in the second grade. She was smiling all the time and loved to go outside. She knew that she didn't like bugs, but butterflies were different, right? They were beautiful! How could you not like them? How could anyone not like them?
It was towards the end of the school year, and our field trip turned into a trip to the butterfly museum complete with a room where there were butterflies freely flying around. It looks like candy land with a path for you to follow. On the fliers going home for parents to sign, it says to wear red or pink because butterflies are attracted to those colors.
We all got in a line and we were off. We saw butterflies flying high in this very arched room and were all in awe. I ended up wearing both pink and red. I'd say the teachers enjoyed it even more than we did. Or at least more than me. Keep in mind that these are not only bugs, but bugs with a large wing span which makes them even more terrifying. This is the equivalent of females being scared of spiders, and extremely scared of spiders with wings.

We are taken down the curves of the path and through habitats of what seemed to be every type of flower on the planet. I was not the only one that day who wore pink and red, but out of a class of about twenty-four students, at least twelve of the girls were also wearing red and/or pink. With all of these choices, the butterflies decide to land on me! I became flocked with more and more butterflies until I looked like a decorated Christmas tree. I became so scared (including the crying) they had to take me out of there.

I don’t remember much after that, but to this day I am still terrified of butterflies, and I cannot bear the thought of actually having a bug touch me or even be on my clothes. I do one day hope to enter a butterfly palace and conquer my fear. That, or I’ll be the first to make butterfly repellent.