I like hairstreaks a lot. In fact, they may be my favorite group of butterflies. From afar and without a discerning look, they are nothing more than tiny flickering shadows barely noticed. If one wises up to the fact that the creature may be something worth a closer inspection, and is successful in the stalk, they will be rewarded with a stunning piece of scaled art.
The silky dove-gray ground color of the wings is ornamented with brilliant scarlet chevrons that buffer a pool of glimmering turquoise. Let the light hit these marks just so and they fairly explode in a riot of color. The hairstreak's antennae and legs are nothing short of outrageous. Striped like a zebraesque barber pole, they are the perfect compliment to the creature's huge eyes; inscrutable inky pools trimmed in white. Even when you look one of these in the eye, it is impossible to fathom its thoughts.
Perhaps most incredible is the other end of the beast. A behavorial trait that an observer notices instantly is the hairstreak's habit of constantly rubbing the hindwings together. The effect is entrancing, and creates the illusion of a fake head. Those little tails that project from the rear wings resemble antennas, and the blue dot makes a nice eye. Predators will fixate on this - the wrong end - and if their lunge makes contact with the butterfly, they're likely to end up with just a bit of wing, and the hairstreak lives another day.
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