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I'm on the deck, warm
night, reading by porchlight when a moth bumbles by, circles my head drunkenly. I say to Sarah, "I hope I don't get reincarnated as a moth." Not sure why I say that but it just seems so goofy fluttering erratically in the dark.* A little while later the geckos come out and geck-geck-geck for all they're worth. A moth (maybe the same as before but I don't get a look at its eyes) wants to whisper in my ear but all I can hear are its beating wings. It's beginning to bug me so I command: "Go get eaten by a gecko!" To my surprise it does so without hesitation, beelines straight into a waiting gecko's spring trap mouth. It's a big bite and the lizard has to jerk its head and contort uncomfortably to choke it down. That moth is definitely not the thing to be tonight. *Wikipedia suggests that moths navigate by celestial bodies and mistake other light sources for stars or moon. The erratic flight path reflects attempts to correct orientation to objects it shouldn't be oriented to. |