Sunday, 26 February 2012

The ghost of a moth

Yawn, stretch... I've woken up from hibernation, but only briefly. The warmer weather tempts me to put the trap out one of these evenings, and that may happen before the end of the week. But meanwhile here's a sad thing: we had a window-blind fall down today and spent ages trying to work out how to slot it back so that it would zip back up as they're supposed to do. All very frustrating, but in the process we found this - the spectral remains of a long-squashed moth, swished up in the blind and flattened as surely as if it had gone through a mangle. What is it, or rather was it? That's beyond my ken.