This is the scene here at the moment, if you'll excuse my borrowing a trick from Laurence Sterne's The Adventures of Tristram Shandy. The moths fly undisturbed because our garage power system has fused.
More soon, I hope, when we have sorted out one or more of these. There will also be an inquest as to whether the cause was my operating the trap in the rain the other night. The bulb was off in the morning and I assumed that it had failed after a long life. But no. It's the circuit.
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