Tuesday, 7 July 2009
"Here! What about us?" cry the moths, and they are right. I've been distracted by gaudy butterflies and spiky caterpillars for the past couple of days. Moth multitudes are still flying in. There've been a lot of pugs among them lately, the group of small moths which I assume are named after the breed of dog which is notable for its small size.
I say 'assume' because I can't find confirmation either on the net or in a very erudite book on pug moths which I was generously given in exchange for giving a talk to the Leeds Philosophical and Literary Society (on journalism, not moths). Pug enthusiasts take it for granted that we all know. These two are the Foxglove Pug, which doesn't look like a foxglove, pretty though it is. Its caterpillars eat the plant, which we grow out of sentiment for the days when we made gloves out of them and organised special children's parties. Didn't know about digitalis then. And the Green Pug, which is green. Small is beautiful, as Mr Schumacher remarked, although I think that big is as well. Note the ghostly light bulb of the trap btw, left of the Foxglove Pug.