Heebie Jeebies

So I'm walking up to a Coke machine at work and I see this single butterfly wing laying on the floor. I see this sort of thing all the time; there are tons of butterflies and bugs around here and they don't all live happily ever after. Before I drop in my two quarters, one dime and one nickel into the machine (what a rip off, right?) I decide that I need a single butterfly wing on my desk so I went to examine it more closely. I was certain a rogue butterfly wing would've entertained me for at least a few hours, possibly well into next week. Shiny, pretty things are so attractive to my easily distracted mind.

In order to avoid damaging what remained of one poor fluttering soul, I attempt to pick up the wing by the region that was once closest to the butterfly's body. Surely that part was much stronger than the brightly colored and delicate looking edge. I couldn't grasp it on my first attempt and it sort of jumped away from my finger. It might have only moved a few fractions of an inch but this was enough to make me rethink claiming this object of beauty as my own. I knew that it was dead and that it couldn't possibly do anything to me but I was still a bit sketched out by it. I, of course, brushed off my trepidation as weakness and tried again to grap the little wing. I was met with the same minute movement and I again reacted with slight disgust and surprise.

Why would this lovely scrap of whatever butterfly wings are made of not allow me to relocate it to a safer, cleaner place where it could provide joy and beauty to me even after the death of the one that formerly bore it? 'One last attempt,' I thought to myself, 'I will try one more time to pick up that damned wing.' I quickly mustered up the gumption and reached out for my precious, shimmering prize but it jumped quite a bit further than it had previously. I have no idea why but this sent shivers up my spine, literally. I did the little dance I do whenever I get grossed out (you know the one, where you make that grimace of a face and your whole body sort of convulses slightly while you jump around much like this butterfly wing had done), amd then looked around to be sure no one had seen any of what had transpired during the last 20 seconds or so. After determining that my failed attempt would remain a secret, I proceeded to insert my coins into the Coke machine.