A few days before Thanksgiving I saw a little white bit of fluff on the garage doormat, but when I reached down to pick it up it fluttered and moved. That's when I realized it was a Virginia Tiger Moth, just like the one I rescued in March of 2024.
This little one was a bit more beat up, and couldn't seem to fly away, so I collected her on a piece of paper and put her in a little habitat with some Japanese maple leaves. There she can spend her final days resting and out of danger. If she happens to lay eggs, I'll look after them, too.
I know it's a bit weird to rescue a dying moth. But these tragic insects remind me to be grateful for my life, and to do what I can for the helpless.
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