"Look at that pretty moth before you get in the pool," Buck said. I walked over and saw that this wondrous-looking Imperial Moth (Eacles Imperialis) was on the concrete floor. Bending down for a closer look, I saw shiny strands of a spider web.
I don't know how the moth got into the screened pool enclosure, or how long it had been there. The industrious spiders were wasting no time in spinning a goassamer cage for their royal prisoner.
I thought the moth was dead. I picked it up, walked to the other end of the room and sat it down on the concrete there to examine it more closely. When I did, I felt a quiver from the moth, opened the door, and put it on the grass.
"Ants will get it if you leave it there," Buck called to me.
Not today. The moth flew. I went back into the house to fetch my camera and was ridiculously happy to find the moth still on the vertical board.
Their lives as adults are not long. I wish Eacles Imperialis a magnificent night of love.