The Lamari Butterfly

Today on the way to El Zaguan Dad and I found a half-dead butterfly; it was black and dark blue and orange and white, and velvety. I'll post a photo-- or two-- or five-- when Dad gets them to me; it was really amazing and it took the poor thing all of lunch to die. Then I brought it back to the office and took the photos; it is now buried under a rock outside, during the burial theroff I intoned,

Under this rock lies Butterfly, child of Butterfly, Rest In Peace.

It was dubbed Lamari-- La Mariposa, get it?