Butterfly butterfly rim, the stone rim, by the fox of surviving flanges, the west wing of the white rim, the red GuKuang pointed, CuiHu peach blossom rim, you and me?
The mesh bag was long enough that if we caught a tiger swallowtail or a spicebush swallowtail, or a mourning cloak, or a European cabbage, or a common sulphur, or a red admiral, or a painted lady, or a monarch, or a viceroy we could, with a twist of the wrist, flip its tapered tip over the wire rim and trap the butterfly inside.