I have just had to write something for the Guardian about clothes moths, which are on a roll in the UK at the moment because of the warm early Spring, and I tried to make it clear that it is (a) the larvae and (b) a very small number of species that do the damage. Alas, all moths get a bad name from the malefactors, just as the Flame Shoulder's habit of heading for ears is wrongly assumed by some to apply to moths generally.
Anyway, on cue, into the blog crawls that relative rarity, a caterpillar, albeit vastly bigger than a clothes moth one. We put out some bunting at the weekend to welcome our in-laws for a visit, and when we brought it back in, the cattie had hitched a ride. Penny spotted it and managed to field it from creeping into the desolate world beneath our fire surround where it would have found nothing to eat (not even bits of my various sweaters). A brief photo session and then we bobbed it back outside.
**UPDATE on 2 June: Charlie Fletcher, noblest county ofmoth recorders, thinks that the cattie will turn into a Twin-spot Quaker, a chaste but attractive moth which regularly overnights in the trap later in the year. So maybe we'll meet it again, as an adult. But we will never know for sure.