Monarch Butterfly Invasion?
Apparently, this summer, we are experiencing an invasion of monarch butterflies. I say 'apparently' because I've only seen one. And I'd hardly call that an invasion.
Instead of the throngs of Monarchs that are supposedly darkening our skies, clogging our car's air filters and taunting the caterpillars who are "late bloomers", I've seen mostly other butterflies. Like this brilliantly-coloured fellow here, who landed amongst our monster irises.
From the half-assed research I've done on the interweb, I believe this particular butterfly is a male Black Swallowtail. If I'm wrong, I'm sure some creepy, unemployed butterfly fanatic will let me know. You know, the kind of guy who has a poorly lit basement full of glass cases displaying dead insects pinned to the backboard? Yeah, that kind of guy.
Anyway, most of the images I found showed either lots of orange, or lots of blue, but not so many had both the blue and orange markings, like Cameron.
Yeah, I decided to name my butterfly Cameron.
So Cam was more interested in sitting on the leaves and daydreaming about sexy girl-butterflies with hot submarginal bands and a big butterfly abdomen than with sucking the goodly flower juice out of the irises. Probably because the irises were dead, dried up and shrivelled. And nobody likes dried up shrivelled things. Except for those few weirdos who like raisins and prunes.
Cam was probably the kind of butterfly that ate butterfly mushrooms all the time to get high. I don't have any proof, but I could tell that his reaction times were slow when I took pictures of him. He just sat there while I snapped away. Finally, I got bored and went inside.