"Mr. Anderson," my caller said last Wednesday afternoon. "I have a
mystery. What in the world is going on with the butterflies? I smashed
a beautiful orange and brown one on my windshield this afternoon - I
didn't think I'd ever see a butterfly fluttering about in November! Is
this the result of global warming, or what?"
That same day, driving
home from Sisters on Highway 20, I had the very same thing happen near
the 8-mile post. It was unavoidable, but it still saddened me. Killing
animals with my motor vehicle is something I try diligently to avoid,
but traveling along at 55 mph on a collision course with a butterfly is
not like avoiding a mule deer or elk. I saw and heard it hit the
windshield and then in a horror of horrors, it caught under my
windshield wiper right in front of my eyes and stuck there all the way
home.

