Anyone who knows me, knows I have an irrational fear of moths (and most other insects as well). As a little girl I also used to run in the house screaming fearing butterflies. (Some story someone told me as a child about butterfly dust making you go blind, which could conceivably be true in Brazil!)
Dale brought me this lovely, dried little moth he found in the window of the sun room. It has an elegant name as well, Agreeable tiger moth.
This next one is rather large, in the Saturnidae family. We had a mating pair about the same time last year. Then again this year!
I can tell you if one of these flew into me, you'd probably hear me screaming in the next county.