“And all of a sudden I remembered once how into a room where I was sitting one night, a big pale apple-green moth, big as a bullbat and soft and silent as a dream—a Luna moth, the name is, and it is a wonderful name—came flying in. Somebody had left the screen door open, and the moth drifted in over the tables and chairs like a big pale-green, silky, live leaf, drifting and dancing along without any word under the electric light where a Luna moth certainly did not belong. The night air coming into the room now was like that.”
—Robert Penn Warren, All the King’s Men, 1946.
luna moths are my favorites, unfortunately, i think they are near extinction. I read that somewhere. My grandma had one in her butterfly collection . . . I shoulda held on to it.