Flea circus

Something new last night: not a moth, but a power cut. I slumbered on, but Penny was woken at about 3am by a neighbour's burglar arm wailing away. We didn't have light, heat and the rest of it 'til midday when a portable generator arrived. That's still grumbling away just up the road as I write, just after 11pm, so consequently the mercury vapour lamp is shining again. As ever, I am optimistic because the forecast for tonight is for dry and even warmish weather at last.

It was cool last night and there were intermittent showers; plus, I didn't light the trap 'til after 10.30pm, so it was unsurprising to find very little there in the morning. Quite interesting, though. Look at these scenes on the golden background of the Happy Eggs eggbox. They bring to mind some episode of Star Wars, strange creatures on the desert planet of Tattouine.

Once again, I will have to fall back on Ben or Dave or one of my kindly experts to tell me what the tiny scrap of micromoth might be. The others are pugs, I am fairly sure, and I will work away at identifying them tomorrow morning. Sleep well.

Update: Charlie Streets kindly comes to my rescue in Comments.  The micro is Eriocranaria subpurpurella, which likes oaks, of which we have plenty hereabouts. I love acorns.