While watching your butterfly-hunting cousins gassing and impaling their catch for the day, you could perhaps engage them in light conversation, in the course of which you might express genteel surprise that lepidopterists are themselves so rarely lepid.
Just long enough for something fast and brown to seize hold, then crash to the linoleum, where it flapped for a while.

Again Benjamin had overslept, refusing to guzzle diet cola and listen to Mooney opine about middle-aged people who prefer to copulate in horse costumes. Would laugh courteously on Sunday, at appropriate moments, whilst Mooney downed pitchers and steaks and regaled a girl from the Dallas Business Journal at the shopping center not quite within walking distance from the Hilton.