One foot in the . . . . . . .aw!

I was fluttering about in a suburban garden for a couple of days when I spotted some humans sunning themselves on their decking. I decided to join them.   I lay about for while, just soaking up the rays, until the lady decided to lift me up onto some flowers.   Must have thought she was being helpful but no, I preferred down on the timbers, where I relaxed into Death.   Must have been too hot for me.   The man of the house took pity on my poor wee body and placed me on the altar of delights (Dining table.) where he composed this portrait, or perhaps death mask.
A wee while later, my antennae fell off, and I looked very strange without them.  Not a good look, so I vanished, for ever.