Once in the summer between me and my grandmother (75 years old) there was a conversation on the "esoteric topics". He went, neither much nor little, on the night of Ivan Kupala, yes, the same...
Grandma: So is it. You need to find the same colour of the butterfly. Very powerful magical thing, but it does not get without a fight.
I: Grandma, of course, I understand everything, but the turtle refers to those plants that reproduce spores. And the spores, which is typical, are located under the cut leaves...So that the flower of the butterfly is as likely as the pink elephants running in the noon heat on the street. You know, you have ears =)
Grandma just breathed.

Guess what I did the next day when I saw two guys in pink elephant costumes crossing the street from the office for lunch at twelve? Right, I ran to my grandmother in combat equipment in the evening and was willing to look for a butterfly, even a butterfly =))