Lepidoptera...Phobic!

I've mentioned before the fear of moths and butterflies. When I was pregnant with Finley, I started a some-number-of-steps self-made and -inforced program to rid myself of this phobia. I quit. Because me being pregnant means that I'm a crazy person. Yes, more crazy than a person scared of a butterfly.

Anyhow, I'm at it again. For anyone who isn't anything-phobic...this is a big deal. This isn't scared. It's panic and terror and sickness. Yuck. No one likes all that right? So, let's be done with it! I'm starting with pictures. Sounds lame, but a lot of the time seeing pictures of moths and butterflies makes me physically sick. Chills and nausea sick. So that's the starting point, then hopefully I can get my hands on...or eyes on...or be in the general vicinity of some dead ones. A science museum exhibit or something like. And then move on to live fluttering monstrosities. The culmination of this project will be immersion. Butterfly conservatory. If I do this, I'm getting a tattoo of this guy...
Okay, that's probably a negative.

I'm giving myself a whole year for this. I figure one year is a sufficient amount of time to rid someone of twenty-something years of psychosis. So, save the date. Family and friends, this time next year there's a party happening here.

There will be cake.