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Because of a strange pattern of drought, rain, and summer heat, parts of this fair city are aswarm with countless Snout Butterflies! In my garden, clouds of the little invaders are flitting from Mountain Laurel to Lantana to Fig Tree in an endless loop, and even steppping out to the mail box entices them to dive-bomb me like tiny, fuzzy missiles.
I've attempted a stylized, pretty version of the "Snout", 'cause, frankly, they look a little like airborne winter leaves. Kind of . . . brown.
On the one hand, I'm pleased to provide a verdant haven for them; on the other, they're becoming a little like "The Man Who Came To Dinner."
Time for them to move along!