I never knew she was lepidopterist until, while on a date, I was followed into a car by a butterfly. Now this was not just any butterfly, it happened to one of the rarest butterflies in the continental United States, one that many collectors would happily pay thousands of dollars for. Hell, I didn't know, I was just surprised at the pretty little butterfly flitting about when Janice just about went nuts.
"Don't touch it, let it land there and then don't move," she suddenly said as I reached for it.
"I wasn't going to hurt it," I replied.
"You don't understand," she said, running her hand through her short blond hair and curling it back behind her ear. "It's a valuable specimen, but only if it remains in perfect shape." She seemed almost breathless as the blue and black insect landed on my dashboard.
"When you say valuable..."
"Last year I saw a collector pay twenty thousand dollars for a damaged corpse of this butterfly and we have a live one here," she said, squirming in her seat.
"How do you know so much about this?" I asked, suddenly noticing how remarkably her nipples were protruding from her blouse. Had I not noticed that before or did it suddenly happen?
"I told you I was studying entomology at the university, well I specialize in lepidopterology."
"Lepid..."
"Lepidopterology, it's the study of butterflies, I just love them," she said as her hand casually dropped down onto my knee.