There’s something extra sad about a symbol, like a butterfly, that’s shown in its complete opposite state. Butterflies are supposed to represent change, transformation, growth, elegance, and beauty. Instead, this corpse has become extra sad to me. The pollen still clinging to its wings is like a cruel joke: haha, you glutton, if only you’d sought flowers farther from civilization.
Though yet again: butterflies. Hairy. Still shocking.