she perches there at her corner of the table on her little napkin with her personal morsel of myrtle. i avoid a close-up of her body lest my lifelong entomophobia overpower my rapidly fading nobler instincts*. i am going to google the lifespan of butterflies in captivity soon.
*namely my desire to preserve the peace with her doting owner.
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how can you tell it's a "she"?
the males and females have different markings. google images can teach more zoology than i ever picked up in school.
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