This little guy has been with us all winter. Butterflies always land on me and stay with me like pets. I wonder if there’s a name for this? Do I have a particular taste, maybe like banana or sugar water? I glide around the house in slow motion to make sure I don’t harm it, like Tai Chi. The creature is made of flower petals, that’s all. It’s a flower that blossoms and unblossoms very quickly, with a stamen of muscle.