friday flashbacks*

{slash a 4.30 pm brain break [almost done!]}

*this post will not include a photograph due to the disgust i have generated for these creatures over the years

it all began on a sunday morning

many years ago...

{let's just say i was somewhere

around the age of 6.}

the family had a nice breakfast together.

we listened to the mo tab.

we watched the sunday morning session

of General Conference.

the session ended.

we did some stuff

{i do not recall what "stuff" entailed}.

the next session began.

us girls went outside to play

when what did our wandering

eyes behold?

a crippled moth.

we had to save him.

we donned ourselves in

dad's old white dress shirts,

a.k.a. our lab coats.

we set up our lab table,

a.k.a. the picnic table.

we called him G, Project G.

for two hours we did all we could.

tweezers.

toothpicks.

Q-tips.

water.

maybe even band aids

{it's been awhile, i don't remember}.

we went in to hear the Prophet speak.

{which would have been Ezra Taft Benson

at the time--I was too young to remember that}

30 minutes later we returned.

dead and gone

well, still there

just dead.

it was heart breaking.

and now erin is afraid of butterflies.

remember when she freaked out because we drove through like

6 of them altogether

and they were hitting the front of the car?

but i don't blame her.