Butterfly Assassins or, Monsterously Hardcore

I was cruising down the road today, past a field of surprisingly fragrant wildflowers, I had my window down, (as I do in pretty much any weather where the ambient temperature is over 10 degrees) when I noticed a change overtake the asphalt. It went from the rather traditional black color, to a near uniform shade of yellow. The reason behind this change quickly became apparent. an inordinate number of butterflies were fluttering about in the field, and frequently flying right into the path of oncoming cars. Splat. I resigned myself to the ensuing slaughter (I certainly contributed to the lush carpet of corpses on my journey), but I was unprepared for one particular butterfly. It was flying in front of my windshield, when it got caught in a draft and blown right through my open window. It hit me square in the face with the equivalent force of a particularly light slap. This exchange was much harder for the butterfly...So, yeah... I totally headbutted a butterfly to death. I can't decide whether this makes me a monster on par with a serial puppy kicker,or just inexpressibly hardcore.