It's that time of year again, late summer, which means butterfly season, cricket season, grasshopper season - essentially anything-with-six-legs-and-a-hopping-or-flying-habit season. I'm intensely curious about insects, unfortunately my curiosity level is matched by my fear level. Let's just say, I don't go around trying to find bugs, but if there's one in the room I'm in, I probably know where it is, what it is, and its typical habits. I like to continually assess my surrounding for possible threats, and I keep a mental data base of insects I might encounter and what to watch out for when they're around.
Expanding upon that topic: most of my close friends and family members know that I have a particularly large and irrational issue with flying invertebrates, especially the moth and butterfly variety. In my opinion they are great to look at when they're behind glass, as in outside your window, but otherwise they are, to put it bluntly, gross. Now you're probably thinking, "But Kristi, how could you not be amazed and overjoyed by these majestic and wonderful creatures?!" To that I say - Sure, it's all fun and games until you look closely at what those wonderful and majestic wings are attached to. Every butterfly has a disgusting, squirmy, hairy segmented body, and I have a hard time looking past that flaw. To prove my point even further, I've created a short comic strip so that you can see the world through my eyes.