I’m at my son’s football game late last week. It’s the 4th quarter and dusk, looks like we’re going to win. Suddenly a large (3 or maybe 4″ long) flying something lands on my left forearm. The mom friends either side of me freeze and/or squeal and want it to go away, but being the lover of creatures big and small that I am, I know a little about critters and I say wait, it’s fine, this gentle giant is a moth, it doesn’t even have a mouth to bite me with.
We sit for several moments, someone takes a picture, and then I encourage the moth to climb up on my right forefinger and I raise it up. Its wings go to the upright position, and as it gathers momentum I can see the yellow spots on its abdomen. Then it takes off, leaving a trail of frightened shrieks and squeals as it swoops low over the bleachers.
Here’s the picture that was taken – it’s blurry so you can’t see the detail, but you can see the size. Yikes, right!?
I’m pretty sure it was a Five-spotted Hawk Moth – so I’ve added a picture of one of those in its full glory, courtesy of Wikipedia.
Driving happily home from the game I thought, hmmm, I feel a little life metaphor coming on: just how fear of the unknown can block so much enjoyment and appreciation of the truth.
Be brave on your journeys, my friends, things are so often not what we think they are.