It’s funny the strange phrases one remembers from junior high.

Last week, as I was watering my garden, there was movement under the chard as something rather large struggled to avoid getting soused.  I thought at first it must’ve been a mouse or lizard even though I have never seen a mouse at my house nor a lizard of that size, but a rather large moth started crawling up the wall.  It was bigger than my lens cap, and the beautiful pink markings made me grab my camera.