That poor little girl! Yes, Jack the Sailor, that's the butterfly. Mine never got that large or that bright. We got it stopped just as it crossed the bridge of my nose. I don't know if it's always the same but mine started as a welt on my cheekbone just below my eye and crept silently and inexorably across my face.



Thanks for that link, Crowhugger. I evidently missed it the first time around.