Jim and I lasted about 10 minutes, which was not exactly a bargin; I paid 50 cents a minute to see hundreds of these fragile and beautiful creatures gloriously happy foraging for food nonstop (a liquid diet only), seemingly oblivious to the ticking clock in their short lifespan (most only make it less than 9 months). And to boot, I’m sure I lost 5 pounds perspiring profusely (we women don't sweat!). I'll take my weight loss any way I can get it.
A single butterfly fluttered its wings; the temperature inside the pavilion rose with each flutter; multiply that by 500 butterflies; I stepped into that maelstrom of chaos; my body temperature went up; my sweat glands kicked in; and voila, I lost five pounds! Thank you, Edward Lorenz. Of course the real credit goes to all the beautiful butterflies.
Most of the butterflies were into having a good time, fluttering around the room like there was no tomorrow (well, for some, that might possibly be the case, but who was I to be the bearer of bad news!). Every now and then a few butterflies would give Jim and I the once over, perhaps concerned we might cause trouble given we were certainly not dressed for the occasion.