Mothzilla

As big around as a finger (my finger, anyway), this beast crashed onto the house around 7 this morning, making us run outside wondering if we had been hit by an airliner. We think Mothzilla was trying to locate the late Clarence D. Frogge, having somehow stumbled across all the pictures of him eating moths on this blog. Boy, you gotta be careful what you publish these days — now even the insects can get connected to the Internet. Look at those Wi-Fi antennae on this guy!

To think that only a few days ago, this animal was in a cocoon, and a few weeks ago it was a big old caterpillar. Reminds me of once when I was in North Africa, I metamorphosis. Nice people, those morphosises, if they would just stop changing before your very eyes!