Beauty Feeds on Decay

I took a bunch of pictures while visiting my grandfather in North Carolina.

Here's a butterfly getting drunk on the fermented juices from a rotten peach, which for some reason I find hilarious. This sucker was so wasted it didn't give a crap when I poked it with a piece of grass to make it open its wings and told it didn't have to go home, but it can't stay here. It just sort of swayed and muttered, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever."

When I showed it to my sister, she said I should title it (in a melodramatic voice) "Beauty Feeds on Decay". It was so perfectly pretentious, of course I had to.