Butterly.

Jack was the butterfly hunter this weekend. He never got close to any all weekend but he would run and chase after them. They all flew away, of course. So, Sunday afternoon, we walked out the front door and there this beauty was. It was dead, which made Jack super sad. He didn't want to leave it there all alone, so we brought it in.

 It was gorgeous.

 And GIANT.

I didn't have the heart to throw it away in front of him, so he suggested putting it in a box. Luckily, I had one. She is now resting peacefully outside somewhere in the garden.