Ode to a Floater

Oh, squiggly line in my eye fluid,
I see you lurking there on the periphery of my vision.
But when I try to look at you, you scurry away.
Are you shy, squiggly line?
Why only when I ignore you, do you return to the center of my eye?
Oh, squiggly line, it’s alright, you are forgiven.

Flutterbys

There are hundreds of these butterflies outside now. They're tiny, only an inch or so across, but they gather into swarms of 20-50 or more. You can be walking along and accidentally disturb them and they'll all start fluttering around you. It's really neat, but there's so many of them and they're so small, it's hard to avoid stepping on them. I know I've killed a few of them accidentally; they've gotten too close to the water buckets while I was filling them, they've been trapped in the garage, and I'm sure I've run a few over with the car.

I think they're Eastern Tailed-Blue butterflies, but I'm not really sure. I haven't been able to get a photo of them with their wings open, but they appear purplish as they flutter around.