My eight-year old daughter came in a few hours ago with something cupped in her hand -- a red spotted purple she caught on the driveway when it was barely 60 degrees and overcast. Poor little thing was too sluggish to even make a move to get away.
The little fella is spending the night with the monarchs after a nice dinner of over-ripe banana. He's perked up nicely now and is flying all around. I'm glad she found him because we are socked in with moderate/heavy rain all night. She's gonna be my butterfly kid!