Rayetta's Butterflies - With All the To Do

going on in these parts, principally the rain, and helping my brother with his satire issues, I forgot to mention that we had a new butterfly documentation at the CB. The newly documented is a fiery skipper (Hylephila phyleus), maybe. The photographs of the little dickens are a tad sad. That little rascal proved impossible to focus on under the hurried conditions I was operating under. Nevertheless, Crumby and I agree, after careful study of the photographs, that it it most likely a female fiery skipper. Praise the Goddess, the female fiery skipper has a fairly distinctive, orange upper hind wing pattern and the little darling has its hind wings spread out in one of the photos.

Hmmm. I need a Travis County butterfly checklist with the months of the year columns blank so I can keep track of which ones of my butterflies show up each month. But I certainly don't wish to type one myself, even an electric one. I could possibly make Crumby do it, but typing anything of that complexity might take him weeks and he might become so resentful and frustrated that he might do payback. Ray types a lot better than Crumby, but he is so far behind on his other chores that I can't make him do it. Hope is fixing to go off again on her ace reporter duties and Olwen can't type. Neither can Red. Lomo can type, but he can't spell. Whom shall I send for? Hmmm.

Lomo, go find Raymone.

Lomo go find Raymone?

Yes Lomo, I need to see Raymone right away. He may be hiding, and invisible, so if you have to, rely on your keen proto human sense of smell to sniff him out. Do you understand all that Lomo?

Lomo go sniff out Raymone!

The proto human, Lomo, ambles off down the dusty hallway, already sniffing around for Raymone, the nearly always invisible, illegal French alien.

Hmmm. I'll have to make sure Raymone can type in English before I delegate this important responsibility.