I am sad to say that on the way home last night I was responsible for the deaths of many living things. Its spring time in the mountains and last night there must have been thousands of butterflys trying to fly against the traffic flow. By the end of my trip home my windscreen looked like an impressionist painting: random patches of yellow and red littered the window. I washed it off when I got home but this will happen every day now for a while. Its sad, but unavoidable.