I don’t think much of a man
who is not wiser today
than he was yesterday.
-Abraham Lincoln
This is my newest friend. He’s a skipper.
I didn’t know skippers existed! I thought I’d come across some mutated moth.
Because his wings are weird–
I spent some time flipping through my insect guides, researching skippers and trying to figure out which one my buddy is. Because, you know, I like to know the names of my buggy friends so I know what to call them when I run into them again (otherwise it’s awkward, don’t you think?).
I figure it’s the least I can do after chasing them around the yard and sticking my camera right in their poor tiny faces.
All these darn skippers look alike, with very small size differences, and it seems very rude to be taking measurements. I know if someone was taking my picture and then busted out a tape measure I’d pop ’em one for sure. I was on the verge of giving up…
Ah, but what’s this? The stirrings of young love—
A lady skipper to snuggle up to—
Based on the lady friend’s size and markings, I am making the call and saying that this is a pair of Zabulon Skippers.
A lovely name for the lovely couple.
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