I had just pushed the button for coffee when Mr. Raven came in the back door.
“There’s a shootable bug out there.”
“Left of the back door. Go look.” I didn’t have my glasses on yet, but I didn’t really need them. When I saw the size of the “shootable bug” I woke right the hell up. Biggest damn moth I’ve ever seen.
“OMG! OMG! OMG!” I scrambled back inside past my husband who flattened up against the wall, getting out of the way. “Where’s my camera?”
I didn’t need to hurry. The moth was too cold to fly. With a fingertip, I gently opened it’s closed wings.
I shot it up for a few minutes, but coffee can only wait so long, so I went back inside. By the time I’d finished a cup, the sun had come over the mountain.
I coaxed the moth onto a stick and walked him into the sunshine. His big body and legs are very furry. It’s kind of creepy when you look too closely. I’m glad to see it, but I wouldn’t want it walking on me.
The moth vibrated his wings for a few minutes; part of his warm up routine. Then he flew like a rock and dropped to the ground. His second attempt took him a few more feet and then, poof, he was gone. I didn’t even see which way he went. Up, I suppose.
Do you know what kind of moth it is? The closest thing in my little book is a polyphemus moth, but the color looks a bit different.
I sent his picture to http://www.butterfliesandmoths.org/gallery for identification. I should get an e-mail with the answer soon.
Daily Prompt via The Golden Hour. 6:00AM: the best hour of the day, or too close to your 3:00AM bedtime?
Grandma always said, “The morning is the best part of the day” and I whole-heartedly agree, especially on mornings like this.