No, not the movie - or the metaphor (yea Ray Bradbury) for Chaos Theory. But, well, a little like both, actually. Or not... A few weeks ago Elie brought home a butterfly. At school they found caterpillars and put them in containers with plants...and...stuff. Um, I'm no bug guy, so you'll have to take my word for it - or ask Elie. Anyway, when Elie's butterfly came out of the chrysalis, it only had three wings. She couldn't release it to fly away - since it couldn't fly - so she "got to bring it home." She fed it mashed up watermelon and tried to nurture it but, well, you know how this story will end. It died a couple days later. Elie did okay with that. But we couldn't just throw it away. We had to bury it. Thankfully, she didn't want a full funeral - but she put up a cross made of sticks where her first dead pet is buried. I was mowing the other day and I almost mowed it - but I didn't. I carefully went a...