About the names of pets: in the autumn in the corridor at the entrance door found a butterfly. Probably there was no more room to overwinter. He signed the animal to himself. Every morning started with the search for an insect because it was a pity to crush. The creature was fed with peach juice and diluted strawberries with water straight from the hand. One day a courier arrived. We stand in the door and check the goods, and then my beast rolls out of the room and flies straight to the open entrance door. I command without a shadow of fear and astonishment: "Grisha, come to me!". The butterfly turns and sits on my shoulder. Of course, this is reading coincidence, but the courier’s face had to be seen)))) And, yes, the butterfly in the first evening I called Grisha!