The sweet nectar of my beer proved a worthy adversary for this butterfly's bastard step-child last night. One sip must have proven deadly, for this luscious creamy brew was thick and sticky. I can only imagine the gruesome scene as his proboscis broke the surface tension to taste the malt and hops, only for the poor guy to get sucked down into the mucky muck. The surface undulates as he tries unsuccessfully to free himself. His struggle sputters and slows until it floats millimeters above the base of the glass. Lo! If only I had spied that last sip and innocent, grotesque insect might have lived long enough to be eaten by my roommate's cat! Of course I take a picture before I even get in to shower this morning, and I must say I rather like it. Art and death. Touching.
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