I found this yellow moth on a wall, stuck in a spider's web. I rescued him, and brought him in to recover.
Once he'd calmed down, I thought he might consent to a photo shoot. "Ok", he says reluctantly, "but only for a minute."
|One wing, the one caught in the web, has lost many of its feathers.|
|Nice feathered antennae|
|"And now," he says, "I must leave you. Things to do, yanno?"|
I turned around to adjust the light. When I turned back, he was gone.