There are an awful lot of butterflies out this year. I donâ€™t have any scientific proof for this. Iâ€™m just judging by the numbers that are smashing themselves against my windshield at 75 mph. They are so big that I can see them coming. I end up doing this weird head bob, gyration thing as if I could somehow steer them into missing. If someone in a car passing beside me at that moment were to look over and see my little butterfly dance, theyâ€™d be sure to think Iâ€™m whacked.
I really hate it when butterflies hit the windshield. I mean they do tend spread pretty colors around the glass with all their guts. Even though they are colorful smears, theyâ€™re pretty big and really make a mess when the wipers spread them around. Sometimes they pass by at a near miss and donâ€™t make a mess in my field of view.
The trouble is that they are big enough that I can often see them in the rearview mirror after they pass by. Iâ€™ll see them fall straight down into the pavement behind me. Sometimes Iâ€™ll even see the wings flap. As a former aviator, I know those steep impact crashes arenâ€™t going to be walked away from. Itâ€™s depressing.
And then thereâ€™s the scraping them off the windshield at the gas station. Thereâ€™s nothing worse then pulling up to tank up and find the station doesnâ€™t have any of those little squeegee things. Unless itâ€™s reaching for one only to find they are all drier than my yard after two weeks with no rain. (Iâ€™ve heard they make this thing called a sprinklerâ€¦)
How are you supposed clean off the butterfly guts with a dry bones squeegee? And thereâ€™s no way you can get the job done with a little Windex and a paper towel when you get home.
Bottom line is there are just too many butterflies this year.