In the suburbs of Mississauga, a Painted Lady named Penelope was feeling particularly flighty. She’d spent all morning fluttering around Celebration Square, trying to find a brunch spot that wasn’t "too main-stream." "I'm exhausted," she sighed, landing on a nearby marigold. "I’ve been traveling for weeks. My wings are absolutely painted into a corner with all this mileage." A local Monarch landed beside her, looking unimpressed. "First time in Ontario? You look like you've seen a ghost." "Worse," Penelope gasped. "I just flew through the 403 traffic. It was a total flutter-bu-neck. I tried to carpool, but I couldn't find anyone going my fly-way." The Monarch nudged a drop of nectar toward her. "Drink up. It’ll help you wing it through the afternoon." Penelope took a sip and perked up. "You're right. I shouldn't be so low-coat. I just need to brush up on my surroundings. After all, I’m not just any bug—I’m a masterpiece in progress." "Exactly," the Monarch laughed. "In this city, if you aren't bold, you're just another speck on a windshield. Stick with me, and we'll make a real exhi-bit of ourselves." Penelope fluttered her wings, feeling the spark again. "Fine. Let's go. But if we end up in Port Credit, I’m picking the palette for dinner."
Painted Lady butterflies return to Mississauga in late spring, usually around June, as they migrate north from warmer regions like the southern U.S. and Mexico. 🦋
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