Names Galore.

Butterfly names may come easily; a thought while tending cats or pupae (such a good model for the camera... 'Calvin' it is), or gleaned from an on-looker's comment ("Looks like bugs." Bugs, cute, hm, Bugs and Bunny... and  "Honey! There's a chrysalis out here that looks like green glass!" Then Honey she shall be.)

Then there are times when names have escaped me, and Confessions Readers have stepped in.  There was Absalom ("if he were blue..."), an orange-barred sulphur; and Lucretia, a monarch that pupated on a garden gargoyle.

Then there's name overload. Nothing sticks, nothing goes away, and I end up with a list that speaks to me on all fronts.

That's who went nameless the past couple of weeks - two bfly pupae-cup purchases from Butterfly World - swallowtails - a tiger and a spicebush.

Spicebush

Tiger

Names... names... names...

Doodle and Bug? (my mother's gift to her dear high-school friend, a spirit-lifting Build-a-Bear named Doodlebug.)

Jonathon and Jennifer? (remember the Harts? Season One and Season Two have been on permanent 'play' at my house lately.)

Flo and Machine? (from Florence + The Machine. Can't get their latest album Ceremonials out of my head.)

The obvious Tiger and Spice, or perhaps Sugar and Spice?

Meanwhile, the tiger has emerged - full, healthy,  and prettily posing for pictures.

Ever seen Dances With Wolves? Remember when the visiting Sioux eyeball Kevin Costner's romp in the field with his pet wolf? That's when Dances With Wolves was born; it's a name bestowed upon you when a spiritual someone, like a noble Sioux, observes your spiritual self.

So, summon your spiritual self, and name this tiger beauty whatever comes to mind, for you, to keep secret or to share.

(Volume up.)

Note: The spicebush emerged as of this writing. See his flittery self on Facebook - Butterfly Confessions Also.