DERANGED BUTTERFLIES STORMED MY HOUSE

Deranged butterflies stormed my house and flapped the place into rubble. Knocking pickle jars to the floor, scaring the cat, intimidating my family with aggressive flapping, I could see the crazed look in their eyes that told me they were each one tiny butterfly step from the edge. I tried to tell my family through telepathy that we should all leap out the window simultaneously, forget about your stamp collections, but they just looked at me like "What? What is that look supposed to mean? I can't read your mind."