A Butterfly Net

Tonight, on the way home from the beach, where I wrote in a nice journal that Elin gave me, thereby working out solutions to pretty much every problem in my life right now, it's just that simple, and where was I? Right. A butterfly net. Yes, a butterfly net, from China (says the sticker), nothing more and nothing less than a fine nylon bag at the end of a five foot long bamboo pole painted blue. Just one of those things one never knows one needed til one finds it in the grey box. It's so much cooler than an iPod Shuffle, it's not even funny. It's made me happy.

Thanks, grey box. Sincerest thanks.

* It's official: I'm now using this thing more than anything else I've ever gotten from the grey box (with the exception of the laptop I'm writing this on right now). Not to catch butterflies, though. Rather, to catch summer bugs flying in my open windows and whirring their ways 'round my apartment. I'm not all about the killing anymore. I'm all about the catch and release.