To quote the modern carol:
The weather outside is frightful
But the fire is so delightful...
As a result, the trap has been stashed away for ages and looks like staying that way. But entomologists never rest, and I came across this sad scene while cleaning the greenhouse. It puts you in mind of Oscar Wilde's unhappy last years and the phrase from Alexander Pope which I have used as my header.
It's a Green-veined White, or was. RIP. At least it posthumously carries the promise of Spring and Summer which, for all our dismal snow, sleet and rain this March, are not so very far away.