Those Pesky Butterflies

A few weeks ago a moth took up residence in our house. My daughters were terrified of the moth, just like they're inexplicably terrified of all bugs, including gnats. Once I explained the moth was just like a butterfly they were no longer concerned. So it seemed like a good idea to go to our local butterfly pavillion.
We actually have taken the girls two previous times. The first trip they were about one-and-a-half. Everyone liked it, but Sue-Sue had the most fun. She wanted to see each and every butterfly. The second time we went my daughters were about two or two-and-a-half. Most of them were scared of the butterflies and it turned into a less than enjoyable experience. Roo would freeze whenever a butterfly flew near her.
This time I specifically asked them if they wanted to go see butterflies. I even told them the butterflies would be flying around and might land on them. Everyone wanted to go. Roo, Tortilla and Cakes held up pretty well. They thought it was a lot of fun, although they didn't really like it when the butterflies dive-bombed them. Sue-Sue, however, was not into it. Every time I pointed out a butterfly to her she would cover her eyes or shout "no." A butterfly landed on my back and she wouldn't hold my hand until it flew away. After awhile, though, she realized the butterflies weren't so bad. She would point out all the butterflies to me, but she just didn't want them to get too close to her.
Strangely enough, the thing they asked to see the most was the bug room. They liked seeing the huge spiders and cockroaches. No one, including me, was brave enough to hold the trantula, yet all of my girls kept wanting to see other kids hold it. I think they simply wanted to keep the trantula in their sites to make sure it hadn't somehow escaped.