I stood next to the car smearing on sunscreen. My reflection shimmered in the heat in the dark-tinted windows of the car a few feet way. I was leaning in my car to stuff the bottle of sunscreen in the pocket of the door when I heard the hum of a window lowering and a high-pitched voice.
“Excuse me, What’s that?”
I turned around to see a long manicured finger pointing at my feet. I looked down to see a non-descript brown butterfly had lighted on the stones next to my tire.
”Is it a moth? Or maybe a leaf?”
I squatted down to to peer at it. ”Nope, it has club antennnae. It’s a butterfly.”
Ugh. I knew that was coming. “I don’t know. Maybe a Comma.”
“A comma, like in English?” I debated being a smart aleck and pointing out that most languages had commas.
“Yes, Commas have little white comma shape marks on their wings. ” I hestiated, “There are Question Marks too.”
“Like in English?”
I sighed, “Yup.”
”Do they have little question marks on their wings then?” The woman tittered.
I hunkered down, took a picture then walked over to the car to show her the mark.
“Will ya look at at that! The things you learn”"
I smiled and turned away as her phone rang and the window rose again.
On my walk, I found lots of butterflies. Most of them were easily IDed; the Tiger and Black Swallowtails chased each other. The Monarch ladies were flitting from milkweed to milkweed. But there were also tiny confusing skippers and various whites and sulphurs that would not sit still long enough to give me a chance at Iding them.
Speaking of grammar, this is the only look I got at what I think is a Question Mark.
And this one, I think, is a Comma.
But if so, then I think the top one must be a Hop Merchant?!?!?!?
What do you think?