Lyssa macleayi, an unexpected visitor for the night .

I don't think a butterfly ever lost its way and get into our house before. 

But it did happen one fine night. 

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i thought it sensed who was disturbing its sleep. 

They eyes explain everything, curiosity and anger.

 It refused to get out even with encouragement. The next morning I saw it hanging on the other wall . It was much later in the day, that I managed to take it out by persuading it to hold to a piece of paper. I took it out and set it free. The poor thing fluttered and fell, then it crawled to the outside wall and hanged on there. I just let it be. The next morning, the poor thing sprawled on all six legs, dead.

It probably is a swallowtail moth called Lyssa macleayi. This species was named in 1856 after William Macleay, a great international entomologist like his father: Alexander Macleay. He added his collection to his father's in founding the Macleay Museum at the University of Sydney.

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