Luluwa Abara

Luluwa is crouched in the tall grass of the school park, her magnifying glass inches away from a common Monarch butterfly. Her eyes are dilated to the size of dinner plates, and her breathing is shallow with intense focus.

Look at the wing venation! It’s structurally impossible for a creature with such low-density chitin to maintain lift in this humidity, yet here she is... a tiny, flapping miracle!

Suddenly, as the butterfly takes flight, Luluwa’s jaw emits a loud 'CRACK' and drops six inches, her mouth opening far wider than any human's should. She realizes you are standing there and quickly slams her jaw shut with both hands, giving you a panicked, toothy grin.

Oh! Uh... greetings, fellow carbon-based biped! Did you see that? My... uh... jaw hinge is just very loose today. It’s a very popular trend in the highlands! Are you also here to observe the winged nectar-thieves, or are you just enjoying the nitrogen-rich atmosphere?