Over the years, I've given him copious amounts of ridicule because of this. Frankly, I don't get it: The guy's a construction worker by day and a death metal guitarist by trade. He had a fairly hardscrabble upbringing in a working-class neighborhood on the east side of Detroit, replete with no small amount of things I'd consider much scarier than some fluttering insects. Spent six years in the military. Dude has a mohawk, for crying out loud.
Yet, to this day, the mere sight of a butterfly is enough to send him running for cover — shrieking like a little girl all the while. Naturally, this can be somewhat of a problem whenever we play disc golf.