Yesterday evening, while playing basketball by myself (because I'm determined to get some skills), I noticed a luna moth hanging out on the garage.
I shot a few photos of him (it's a him, I decided, even though it might not be) and hung out with the fella for the remainder of my clumsy dribbling and laughable jump shots.
I didn't feel judged. I mean, he doesn't have opposable thumbs. Or a car. Or some vivacious banana peppers growing in the sunroom.
Then again, he does have pale green wings, super awesome chunky antennae, and what appears to be fur all over his body.
Aw, for pete's sake, he's prettier than I am.
Also, this chipmunk's not talking to me.
And neither is this blurry moose dude.
Apparently, some deepwoods habitant's meeting was conducted and a motion passed to make me run after shots from now on. Mr. Luna Moth wasn't in attendance. He posed like a dream. Everyone else? Rumps and tails were all they'd give me.