It must be a good summer for the birds, because there's a somewhat haggard red-bellied woodpecker with not one, but TWO enormous, ill-mannered offspring following him around like grumpy doves in tweed jackets. Must remember to get another suet cake to make his life a little easier.
Tragedy: Several of my plants have died from overwatering.
Comedy: I haven't watered any of them for weeks. It just rains every day here.
As a sign of how fast humans can get used to stuff, Bob the spider didn't build a web last night, and both James and I went "Hey! Where'd Bob go?" And now I'm vaguely worried about a creature that, were he on the other side of the glass, I would scream and hammer into squishy eight-legged dust. Go figure.
There is a moth on the door.
At first we thought it was a bird, which may tell you something. It is bright, lemony yellow, and has a wingspan wider than my hand is long. Its body is unbelievably huge, thicker around than James's thumb, and at least two inches long (I held a ruler up the glass.) The feathery antennae are large and visible and it has large mesh eyes and frantically groping yellow squidgy bits.
It is fearfully enormous, larger than some of the little birds around here. I can't imagine a bat trying to eat it--even the big brown bats aren't very much larger than this is. It'd be like me trying to tackle a live goat with my teeth.
I am both fascinated and thoroughly grossed out.
Update: And thanks to level_head, we have an ID! It's an Imperial Moth! Woo! Go Imperial Moth!