Although some are bothered by the plethora of over-sized insects in the south, I find them fascinating. Of course, you knew I would, right?
One of my favorite beings are the luna moths that dance with the light as we dance in the pavilion on humid vacation nights. It's hilarious to see the square dancers break their stride to avoid stepping on the green iridescent loveliness that is a luna moth momentarily taking a break from it's attempt at reaching the faux moon set in the beams of the wood structure. They typically don't get squished because, apparently like me, everyone sort of has a soft spot for these gigantor moths who have but a week to live with wings so lovely.
Me--I like their fuzzy antennae. That fuzziness is the sole difference between moths and butterflies--a fact lost on many because folks automatically think butterflies are colorful while moths are not. Not true.
I found Romeo and Juliet hanging out together on a log near our cabin one afternoon. I took many photos of these two that day, but some just weren't appropriate for my G Rated blog. Yep, when I walked up, I swear Barry White was softly playing somewhere and these two were makin' out--moth style.
I kept sending the kids out to look at them, but Em was mortified, not wanting to interrupt whatever they were doing. I finally found them just hanging out, enjoying each others company, readying themselves for whatever moths do for fun. I dunno, maybe they were making small talk, who knows? They were sweet and I think I took a trabillion photos of these two--amazed at their markings, those wacky antennas, and just how freaking large they are (4 1/2 inch wingspan).
One of life's hardest lessons is that of nature and my moth friends were not immune to the grim realities of being a bug. We returned home later that night to find that either Romeo or Juliet had met an awful fate--apparently somebody larger was hungry and left us with much sadness and a bit of wing or two on the sidewalk.
My heart was heavy as I realized that I captured the very end of one of these beauties and all I could do was to hope that Juliet survived to lay her eggs on a leaf somewhere to start the cycle all over again. Damn, nature is brutal.