Rayetta's Butterflies - Orange Sulphur (Colias eurytheme)
The Crumby Ovate is busy, ovating.
Today I smelled, vinegar. What occasioned that interesting occurrence? Well, Ms. Hope Remains was nosing around in the east pasture and Hope discovered that my faithful servant, Lleu Llaw Guffes, or whoever the responsible party is, had been remiss in the important duty of emptying out the rain gauge. If you leave water in your rain gauge, a great many bugs will certainly drown in it.
Goodness gracious sakes alive, Crumby just look at all these poor little insects, drowned in the rain gauge. You have been remiss in your duties and now I shall have to tell Rayetta on you.
It’s not my fault, Hope. Surely, my terrible suffering in the Wilderness and the resulting delirium I suffered horribly from, created a situation where I forgot to delegate that responsibility. I know, let’s empty out the rain gauge so we can inspect the drowned bugs. I shall carefully pour the water into the sink and you Hope, should cup your hands with a view to catching the dead bugs that are apt to come out with the rain water.
No way Crumby. Here, pour them out on to this sack.
All righty then.
Yikes!!!! Crumby, your malingering has drowned one of Rayetta’s butterflies. You are fixing to catch hell now.
Whoa!!!! Mercy!!!! Er. OK. Now Hope, we need to put a positive spin on this event, somehow. Er.
But a long shadow is cast upon Hope and Crumby.
What the heck are you two up to?
Nothing Rayetta.
Crumby has drowned a butterfly in the rain gauge, Rayetta.
Lemme see. Hmmm. Crumby, I shall forgive you this once for murdering one of my butterflies. Let’s take it to the laboratory and take its picture. Hope, clean up that rain gauge. Pour some vinegar in it with water and shake it up. The darn thing stinks.
Later.
All righty then. I, the Lovely Druidess Rayetta, have hypothesized on several occasions that we have lots of different kinds of these sulphur butterflies at the CB. Here lies more proof that my hypothesisis, as usual, is correct. This male butterly, though dead, drowned as a matter of fact due to Crumby’s negligence, is 2+ - 1+ on the Rayetta scales. That is, medium sized on the large end of medium, and very tame. The dead ones are always, very tame.
Get this. Crumby wanted me to spell that he, Crumby, was running along at such an incredibly supersonic speed that he accidentally smushed this poor butterfly on his gimme cap. I couldn’t do that. Druids don’t lie. However, since Crumby ovated the concept of accidentally murdering my butterflies by running along at unsafe velocities, I shall take this opportunity to warn everyone not to do that.
Today I smelled, vinegar. What occasioned that interesting occurrence? Well, Ms. Hope Remains was nosing around in the east pasture and Hope discovered that my faithful servant, Lleu Llaw Guffes, or whoever the responsible party is, had been remiss in the important duty of emptying out the rain gauge. If you leave water in your rain gauge, a great many bugs will certainly drown in it.
Goodness gracious sakes alive, Crumby just look at all these poor little insects, drowned in the rain gauge. You have been remiss in your duties and now I shall have to tell Rayetta on you.
It’s not my fault, Hope. Surely, my terrible suffering in the Wilderness and the resulting delirium I suffered horribly from, created a situation where I forgot to delegate that responsibility. I know, let’s empty out the rain gauge so we can inspect the drowned bugs. I shall carefully pour the water into the sink and you Hope, should cup your hands with a view to catching the dead bugs that are apt to come out with the rain water.
No way Crumby. Here, pour them out on to this sack.
All righty then.
Yikes!!!! Crumby, your malingering has drowned one of Rayetta’s butterflies. You are fixing to catch hell now.
Whoa!!!! Mercy!!!! Er. OK. Now Hope, we need to put a positive spin on this event, somehow. Er.
But a long shadow is cast upon Hope and Crumby.
What the heck are you two up to?
Nothing Rayetta.
Crumby has drowned a butterfly in the rain gauge, Rayetta.
Lemme see. Hmmm. Crumby, I shall forgive you this once for murdering one of my butterflies. Let’s take it to the laboratory and take its picture. Hope, clean up that rain gauge. Pour some vinegar in it with water and shake it up. The darn thing stinks.
Later.
All righty then. I, the Lovely Druidess Rayetta, have hypothesized on several occasions that we have lots of different kinds of these sulphur butterflies at the CB. Here lies more proof that my hypothesisis, as usual, is correct. This male butterly, though dead, drowned as a matter of fact due to Crumby’s negligence, is 2+ - 1+ on the Rayetta scales. That is, medium sized on the large end of medium, and very tame. The dead ones are always, very tame. Get this. Crumby wanted me to spell that he, Crumby, was running along at such an incredibly supersonic speed that he accidentally smushed this poor butterfly on his gimme cap. I couldn’t do that. Druids don’t lie. However, since Crumby ovated the concept of accidentally murdering my butterflies by running along at unsafe velocities, I shall take this opportunity to warn everyone not to do that.
posted by ray pistrum at Friday, December 08, 2006
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