One time, years ago, I had my headphones on as usual. I had been working in the garden that day and I think there was a Barred Sulphur or Phaeon Crescent or something else rather small that I was taking pictures of. I laid down on my stomach in the grass to take better pictures. As I was doing so, Mom comes out, and naturally freaks out when she sees me laying in the grass. I guess she couldn't see my camera in my hands or maybe moms in general freak out prematurely? She was saying my name but I couldn't hear her because I was rocking out. I finally saw her out of the corner of my eye and screamed. Then she screamed. I got the butterfly pics but there was a lot of screaming involved! Mom was all, "I thought you were hurt." And I was all, "Didn't you see the camera in my hand and the butterfly on the ground?" I think this is why the neighbors wave as they drive by but they don't slow down.
And my parents are even worse now that I have chronic fatigue. Dad just hangs out in the garage or pretends to do stuff outside so he can keep an eye on me. Somehow, no one was around when I took a rake handle to the eye, though. By the way, eye seems to be fully healed.
Tomorrow is MOSI day but I don't know how long I'll stay. My back has been bothering me this past week so we'll just see how it goes and what needs done. FYI, I've taken to telling guests not to announce when they're going to take a picture. I swear the butterflies hear you and fly off. It's just happened way too many times to be coincidence at this point. Maybe I do speak butterfly but they're just not listening? Eh, story of my life.