My grandfather had a tattoo of a butterfly on his forearm. He used to tell people that he got it in the Navy "during the war", and he'd wriggle his arm and say,"look at the wings flappin'". I do remember they actually looked like the were moving, but full-on "flappin'" may have been a stretch. Oh, I have come to find out that he was not "in the Navy" and never participated in any "war".
The tattoo was cool, though.
Here's something I don't like. Whenever you want to embellish the fact that you might be a little hungry or point out that someone looks a little thin...you can't reference Papillion
"Hey Papillion, eat this bag of pretzels. Lionel Hampton could knock out a tune on those ribs!"
"Seriously, If I ate here every day, by the end of the week I'd look like Papillion!"
8 in. x 8 in.
oil on found paper (circa 1865)
available at Miller Gallery, Cincinnati, OH