mothra de-cocooned somewhere near the porch, this afternoon. i’m sure these would have been clearer had i not been hyperventilating and squeaking and generally carrying on like a person with a severe bugphobia. these are big pictures, huuuuge filesizes. it’s a big bug.
i wonder if he’s still out there, and how much he’s changed, and if he’s the sort of bug that would just fly in someone’s face. i’m going to go find out, because he’s a bug, and i take bugs’ pictures. it’s what i do. oh.my.god. (breathe, breathe). ok. i’m fine.