|Rustic sphinx moth, Antigua, Guatemala. April 2016.|
I was walking to Spanish class one morning, maybe, when I saw this moth on the sidewalk.
No, I didn't add it to my carcass gallery. Because I'm pretty sure it was alive.
A large moth. Best I can tell, it's a rustic sphinx moth.
Oh, I've met his cousins before.
My introduction to his family was on the back deck of my house, back when I had one. I blithely sauntered over to one of my potted plants one day, and saw this, this, this CREATURE from another galaxy, or maybe from a 1950s secret radiation experiment facility, or I don't know what, but it was jolly fucking GREEN and HUGE and MOVING.
I called my friend to come over immediately to look at this thing and to DO SOMETHING about it.
That's when I learned about the caterpillar youth of sphinx moths. Holy Christ.
|A sphinx moth caterpillar. Credit: What's That Bug?|
Later, I met a white-lined sphinx moth in Alamogordo, right outside my front door.
|White-lined sphinx moth, Alamogordo, New Mexico.|
And then, later, seeing a hummingbird moth (also of the sphinx family) at Bandelier National Monument.
|Humming bird moth (aka sphinx moth), Bandelier National Monument, New Mexico.|
These moths fall into that category of living things which have an awful/awe-ful beauty.