What kind of childhood trauma on EARTH could have caused you to HATE butterflies? Did a butterfly shoot your Pa? 
Really, I must know.
Everyone… please reference THIS thread!
Come on everybody… its also a chance to pick on and taunt Persephone! HeHe. Everybody point and laugh!! 
Can I point and purr?
Bwaaaahahahahaha!
Al, what kind of a freak are you, anyway?
[sub]Then again, I’m afraid of cats[/sub]
Now just you leave my Persephone alone, hon.
If she wants to hate butterflies, well I’m sure she has very good reason.
Pick on my Cristi, and you will have to deal with me. Why, I may even…SPEAK SEVERLY to you!
Scotti 
Ummmm…that was SEVERELY.
Severly sounds like I was going to sever something. [sub]shudder[/sub]
Mmmmm… will you wear LEATHERS too??? growl
I said DAMN but look what women this thread has drawn!! pants This may be my best thread yet!
[elvisvoice]Why thank you…thank you verra much![/elvisvoice]
Lions and tigers I can understand, the mountain lion, puma, leapord, even a bobcat.
House cats? Cute furry little housecats?
And whats with the butterflies anyways?
…for coming to this board before I’ve had coffee. I didn’t see this thread until after I had posted why I dislike butterflies in the original thread. But here, for your pointing-and-taunting pleasure, is the story:
Originally posted by ME, in another thread, just a few minutes ago:
Whammo, you and I spend way too much time together here on the boards, you know that? You called for a point-and-laugh, as did I, before I ever even read what you’d written. Maybe the smell of your cornchip feet has addled my head so badly, it’s having a funky hypnotic effect, and I am compelled to do what you say.
Then again, maybe we’re just both equally really freakin’ weird.
Have you ever been attacked by a ‘cute furry little housecat’?
I have been. Five times. And them lil’ buggers aren’t ALL cute and furry. Or little, for that matter.
Most recently was August 1999. I still have scars.
Good grief Purse! What are you doing up so early on a sunday? oh yeah, got kids huh? LOL
You’re butterfly story left me not quite fulfilled. I think we need to beef it up some. How about, “Your mother looked in on you and streaming in through your window were thousands of butterflies, and pulsating caterpillers covering you. The butterflies were trying to peck your eyes out and lay eggs in your hair to make you go crazy and the caterpillers where weaving a cocoon around you!” Yeah… thats much better. Thats how you should tell it from now on methinks.
For God’s sake, it Persephone, you dimwit, the Goddess of Spring, not Pursephone, a handbag for carrying your telephone in.
And Whammo, if you think makin’ fun o’ someone’s childhood-originating phobias is a great way to attract the gals – uh, uh. Man , this is one sad thread. Leave Persephone alone.
a most excellent story Persephone and illustrates nicely one of my pet theories - children are not miniature adults, they do **not ** see and process information the same way.
when my hunk-o-hunk of teenager (and Persephone will back me on this, she’s seen his pic) was a little tyke, I would have to constantly work around the child view issues. For example, when is idiotic father took him to the lake w/o sunscreen and was brought home beet red from sun burn (2 years old), Ben wouldn’t let me put anything on the sunburn 'cause it hurt, and my assurances that the spray or whatever wouldn’t hurt him were useless - until I said “this stuff will spank the sunburn for hurting you. bad sunburn…” It worked. We used to also throw his temper into unsuspecting strangers trunks on our way into the store.
So, it makes perfect sense to me that butterflies became an issue this way.
GEESH!! Consider me chastised already!!
I think Pur… Persephone knows I’m just teasin her. If not, “I’m sorry Purse!” 
[sub]mumble mumble …cant have a little fun pokin fun at no one no more… mumble mumble[/sub]
It’s okay for Whammo to call me Pursephone, but only because he doesn’t get mad whenever I call him a freak or make fun of his cornchip feet. We have an understanding.
wring: You’re right about the kids not processing info the same way deal. My daughter can see things in other things that never occurred to me. I remember an old [sub]Gallagher[/sub] routine where he was talking about his child, and he said it was like seeing the world with “new eyes.” It’s like that with my kids, especially my daughter. Her imagination is amazing!
FWIW, I’m not actually scared of butterflies. I just have a rather intense dislike for them. Kinda like Celine Dion. I mean, I understand there’s a reason for her existence, but if her music starts playing, and there’s an opportunity to me to get away from it, I will take it. If not, I’ll just grit my teeth until it goes away.