Waking from winter sleepover

It wasn't even ten degrees this afternoon in the higher levels around Town. But down in the sunny niches by the rivers, like in one of my favourite parks, Bowring Park, it was warmer at least in spots.

Thus this fellow, a Green comma, had awakened from his seven- or eight-month slumber, and was flitting around in the pretty temporary warmth. It's going down to two degrees tonight.

I didn't know what he was at the time. But when I got home afterwards I perused the guides until I narrowed it down to Green comma.

And I cannot say the name comma without hearing Del Shannon's falsetto singing "Comma comma comma comma com com...."