Last night I found this in my room.
That is one big freaking moth. And he is LOUD. And my husband is scared of him. He called him a ‘Bruxa’ so maybe it’s a her? Pansy. He went on about how the powder that comes off his wings can hurt you. I don’t know if I believe that. Mainly I just don’t like mutant huge moths. And so now, Danielle, I completely understand.
He is up high. I couldn’t get him out last night, so I woke up in the middle of the night with him batting his wings really loudly, resulting in my sleeping under the covers.
I woke up, thought he was gone.
He’s into camoflauge.
I couldn’t bring myself to kill him. He is kind of pretty when he is still. So I got a shoebox (because hello, he’s HUGE) and caught him. While screaming like a little girl, jumping around on my bed. Good times.