If you can, try to remember the first time you saw a butterfly. You were probably very young, so you may not remember exactly, but you probably gasped. And pointed. And then it’s likely you smiled. You maybe even took off trailing after it, trying to get closer a look at this amazing, flitting speck of color as it “come-hithering-ly” enticed you across the lawn, teasing you with its freedom.  Well, this still happens to me every time I see a butterfly. I gasp. I point. I smile.