June 21, 2014
Coming back from fetching the paper this morning, I was stopped in my tracks by a tree that still seemed to be stuck in the middle of winter
Every leaf had been eaten down to the stalk, and the whole tree webbed in caterpillar silk. Intensive googling* suggests that the culprit was the bird cherry ermine caterpillar (we got the adult version in the house when we inadvertently turned our bathroom into a big light trap).
I had nonchalantly leaned my bike near the tree while I was taking the pictures. Fortunately, I didn’t leave it there too long …
Ermine Moth Larva on a Swedish Army bike – via Wikimedia
* mostly these days I just ask twitter, but clearly twitter was in a bit of a silly mood this afternoon; the only answers I got were ‘goblins’, ‘really big spiders’, and ‘fairies’ from someone who has clearly been living in Bristol far too long.
August 7, 2010
The light got left on in the bathroom overnight which, combined with a slightly open window, meant we woke to a bathroom full of moths.
Some were beautifully camouflaged, or at least they would have been had they decided to hang out among dead leaves instead of being lured into the dubious charms of a bathroom
(UPDATE – this is probably in fact Agriphila tristella although I still like my name better)
Others were frankly dotty
(UPDATE – this is in fact probably the Bird-cherry Ermine)
And some were just quietly elegant.
minimalist neutrals moth?
(Probably in fact the Small Fan-footed Wave)
Thanks to Paperboy’s Dad for the identifications. Don’t moths have splendid names?