aA THE FLORIDA BUGGIST 
date. The Swallow-tails (Papilios) have just commenced to 
appear. Besides Turnus and the Orange Dog, Ajax is here, the 
Green-clouded Spice Bush (P. troilus) and the blue Pipe Vine 
(P. philenor). Almost as large as the Swallow-tails but tail- 
less, the Red-Spotted Purple (Basilarchia astynax). Smaller 
but still of good size is the variegated Thistle Butterfly (Pyrameis 
cardui) and the dark brown Buckeye (Junonia coenia) with six 
peacock eyes, a quarrelsome chap, ever ready to engage in com- 
bat with a butterfly twice his size. Of the smaller species, an 
inch or so across the wings, the pretty little Hair Streaks are 
common but not conspicuous. They get their name from the 
delicate hair-like “tail” on the hind wings. They are quiet 
fellows and stick closely to the blossoms. The largest is Ura- 
notes melinus. Its larva is the Cotton Square Borer which also 
mines loquat buds. Atlides halesus is about as large and has 
perhaps the most beautiful irridescent blue wings of them all. 
Darting restlessly from bloom to bloom are several species 
of skippers: Thanaos horatius, Lerodea maculata, Thanaos 
petronius, Catia drury. 
But tastes differ, even in butterflies. Not all of them care for 
the wild plum. The Long-tailed Skipper, the adult of the Bean 
Leaf-roller, Hudamus proteus, stops for a moment but soon flies 
on to the few belated blossoms of the catnip over which he 
lingers long. Like the catnip, this butterfly is a relic of last 
year’s vintage, a straggler which has lived thru the winter 
rather than a spring addition to our fauna. The Cloudless 
Sulphur (Catonsilia ebule) too is restlessly roaming the woods 
today but stops at the plum for but a moment. The Monarch 
(Anosia plexippus) and the orange Nicippe pay but little more 
attention to the blossoms. 
There are a few day flying moths about the blooms. The 
pretty pink and white Bella Moth (Utethesia bella) is here in 
some numbers considering the time of the year; they too are’ 
creatures of the fall. 
But the catch of the day is a pair of Psychomorpha epimenis. 
It is a rare moth here. I have never seen it before and it has 
been reported but once from the state. At first glance, as I 
saw them in the top of the tree, I mistook them for an old friend, 
the Orange Tip Butterfly, whose acquaintance I first made in a 
warm south-facing canon in the Sandia Mountains of New Mex- 
ico, to visit which I traveled fifteen horizontal miles and half 
a vertical one. But my reward was ample. In spite of the great 
