Have you ever … ?
So, I walk down the hall, and I see a big moth-like butterfly lying on the floor. Kinda dead. So, I’m thinking, I’ve walked down here a few more times today, how does a butterfly just drop dead all of the sudden ? So I let my Sherlock instinct do the work, following the clues:
– Most likely to have happened when I got home. It wasn’t there before that.
– Death took place close to my shoes.
– Window open, but unlikely, as my house is no hazardous environment that a butterfly can be killed within minutes.
So, next thing is to check my socks. And yes… there it was… a big brown splatter. Butterfly blood !
Deduction ? Mr. B.Fly thought my left shoe was a good place to stay overnight. Not knowing this was the day I didn’t go to bed at 3 AM, he must’ve overslept. I put on my shoe at around 11.30, and *splash*. When I got home, I took off my shoe, throwing the victim closeby. And when I came back, the now-not-so-mysterious-happenstance was revealed.
Howzdat ? This ever happened to you ?