She set out two chairs facing her four o'clocks, where the ginormous moth had appeared two nights running. She offered wine or beer and insect repellent. She even invited the folks who had just treated her to dinner. We four gathered in growing dark and waited for the sound of whirring wings.
Sure enough, just as light fell, the moth buzzed in and dove at the clump of flowers, not once but twice. And then? Silence. We probably scared it off with our enthusiastic photo snapping. My one photo shows a whir of brown, but Tam got one terrific, clear shot, which she will download some day.


Now if just one of them would stop off long enough to be seen, I'd be happy to make its acquaintance!
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