Branson Butterflies

A lack of plans for the day left things to occur as random as they possibly could have been, and improvisation, the call of the day.

Somehow or another, the decision was made to investigate the Butterfly Palace.  While this was definitely not the usual effort, my comrade simply adores the lepidopterans.  The irony of this particular reverence is that most other six-legged critters in the same class are held in utter contempt.

Butterflies were not the only point of interest at this location though.  A carefully manicured collection of a few of their natural enemies also lived in the palace.  However, they were neatly segregated to the lower floor of the establishment.

Prior to engaging with the ruling species, we were offered a brief documentary enlightening us on the life cycle of their Monarch.  Attendance was not required but seemed a reasonable request, and we learned a little from that 3D adventure.  After, we were immediately ushered into presence chamber area.  It was quite balmy, though the air seemed not quite as saturated with moisture as winged metamorphic beasts flitting in every direction.  Special lures were provided to attract them, though it hardly seemed necessary.  It proved nearly impossible to avoid them.

Reflecting on the excursion later, it stood as one of the more enjoyable moments of the journey in the last few days.  The cost seemed a little excessive, though that is the general standard for all attractions in the world of Branson.  If one were not overcharged, they might feel compelled to protest.  The troops would be called in, and things might get ugly.