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Have you all seen those "Lunesta" commercials? For those who haven't, they go like this: Someone is tossing and turning and failing to sleep, while a soothing female narrator talks about how much it sucks to toss and turn and fail to sleep. Sleep, in this case, takes the form of a massive CGI luna moth, fluttering though people's bedrooms. The moth lands on the person, and the person immediately drifts off into a sleep FROM WHICH THEY WILL NEVER AWAKEN. At least, that's my theory. Those moths don't mess around.
I have seen a luna moth twice in my life. The first time, it was immediately after we had moved into this house out in the semiboonies. It had landed on the siding of our house, which was (at the time) painted the exact color of Western salad dressing. Since it was hardly camouflaged, we noticed it immediately and oohed over it.
The second time was just an hour ago.
I noticed it around our outdoor motion-sensor light, which was shining constantly because there were various insects fluttering around it. But the luna moth was not merely fluttering, it was careening around as if steered by a small, drunken fairy. It would land in the pine tree just outside the window, catch its breath, then start again, flapping wildly until it hit something solid and bounced.
I didn't want it to hurt itself, so I shut off the outside motion sensor light. Unfortunately, this meant that the next brightest light source was that of the dining room in which I was sitting. The luna moth commenced bonking against the window. With its pale green wings and fuzzy white body, it was like the Ghost of Summer Solstice Past. And it was after me.
Again, my actions were motivated by a desire to not have to watch the moth beating itself against a hard surface of some kind. I cranked the window open, allowing the moth to cling to the screen for a bit (as opposed to scrabbling its little legs against the windowpane, which is what it had been doing). I figured it would rest for a moment, then be on its way.
( But no. )
Tomorrow, I'm going to the LeDuc mansion for a Civil War Encampment Reenactment. That's right, not a reenactment of any actual fighting--just a bunch of guys dressed as soldiers sitting around and, I dunno, picking weevils out of their hard tack. Should be fun times.
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philosophercat, Geoffrey Chaucer Hath a Blog! My tummy hurts from trying not to laugh aloud. The voweles of the Englysshe tonge weren supposed to shifte yn 1377, but KYNG RICHARDE tolde them to staye the helle where they were.
I have seen a luna moth twice in my life. The first time, it was immediately after we had moved into this house out in the semiboonies. It had landed on the siding of our house, which was (at the time) painted the exact color of Western salad dressing. Since it was hardly camouflaged, we noticed it immediately and oohed over it.
The second time was just an hour ago.
I noticed it around our outdoor motion-sensor light, which was shining constantly because there were various insects fluttering around it. But the luna moth was not merely fluttering, it was careening around as if steered by a small, drunken fairy. It would land in the pine tree just outside the window, catch its breath, then start again, flapping wildly until it hit something solid and bounced.
I didn't want it to hurt itself, so I shut off the outside motion sensor light. Unfortunately, this meant that the next brightest light source was that of the dining room in which I was sitting. The luna moth commenced bonking against the window. With its pale green wings and fuzzy white body, it was like the Ghost of Summer Solstice Past. And it was after me.
Again, my actions were motivated by a desire to not have to watch the moth beating itself against a hard surface of some kind. I cranked the window open, allowing the moth to cling to the screen for a bit (as opposed to scrabbling its little legs against the windowpane, which is what it had been doing). I figured it would rest for a moment, then be on its way.
( But no. )
Tomorrow, I'm going to the LeDuc mansion for a Civil War Encampment Reenactment. That's right, not a reenactment of any actual fighting--just a bunch of guys dressed as soldiers sitting around and, I dunno, picking weevils out of their hard tack. Should be fun times.
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philosophercat, Geoffrey Chaucer Hath a Blog! My tummy hurts from trying not to laugh aloud. The voweles of the Englysshe tonge weren supposed to shifte yn 1377, but KYNG RICHARDE tolde them to staye the helle where they were.