Why am I not a butterfly? I flutter by and sip from flowers in the garden just like the big boys. My flight pattern is faster and erratic, it makes me harder to catch than those slow poke butterflies. But many consider me a type of butterfly anyway, just those nitpicking taxonomists say it isn’t so.
There are more than 3,500 species of us worldwide, 250 live in North America. One third of North American butterflies belong to my clan. We have the numbers working in our favor, if not the brilliant colors. We are considered drab by some who prefer gaudiness to our subtle beauty.
When supping in the flora, we don’t detract from the beauty of the blossoms, we work without fanfare.
Diligence is our motto.
Our stout bodies and moth like appearance make us the worker bees of the garden, so to speak.
Our antennae are farther apart than the butterflies and end in pointed curved clubs. We find that a very attractive feature in our appearance.
We can hold our wings in various partially closed positions. Some compare our silhouette to a fighter jet, we like that.
It is well known in the insect world that we have strong wing muscles. Chicks dig that.
We are sneaky with our features, being so similar that even experts cannot distinguish between us in the field. We certainly don’t expect a simple home gardener with a camera to be able to tell us one from the other.
Some are attracted to our large eyes without hairs, but rather tufts of curving bristles overhanging each. Bushy eyebrows are always a feature sought after among true connoisseurs of hesperiidae.
We are a social bunch, enjoying the company of our own kind as well as bees, wasps and any other flying creature. We do watch out for spiders and mantids though, they are bad news.
Almost a moth, not quite a butterfly, why should we worry about the classification problems of humans? They can only tell for sure our differences by DISSECTION! Shudder and shake. Let’s not think about that but rather enjoy our flower hopping and live for the moment.
We subscribe to the philosophy of Epicurus. Life is to be free of pain or fear, filled with the happiness of self sufficiency surrounded by friends and family.
A solitary life is the goal of some beings.
The company of a few close friends and a bee is desirable to more.
But the ultimate joy is obtained when living life to its fullest in great crowds of like minded individuals.
(translated and transcribed by Frances)
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