Franky and I love butterflies. Unfortunately, for different reasons. While I enjoy their beauty and gracefulness, Franky considers them flying toys. The little White Cabbages have been a joy to watch this summer. They travel in packs, always chasing each other, and should be called flutterflies because they seldom stay in one place for more than a few seconds. Frank and I spotted one of the Cabbages, that had wandered off by itself, at the same time. He went into stealth mode and divebombed it. I divebombed Frank. Frank gave me the what-the-heck-are-you-doing look then decided we'd switched from a game of Catch to a game of Tag and went scampering off. The butterfly fluttered away completely unaware or unconcerned that he'd nearly been 'it' in Frank's game of Catch Them If You Can.