This miller (aka moth), Grandpa called them millers, landed on my book while I was reading in bed. I transferred him to my hand and continued to read while he politely waited for me (even when I went to get the camera) to take him outside. Later in the week I freed a granddaddy mosquito from my house. They don't bite but eat the ones that do, or so I've been told. I trapped him in a Coca-Cola cup. I tried to catch him with my hands first. I tried for a long time cause I liked how he felt fluttering against my palms.
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