Yesterday I was in the garden when a moth came around and kept batting itself into me.  No matter how much I shooed it, it kept coming back. Afterward, I delivered a zucchini to a neighbor and mentioned the incident to her.  She said a moth did the same thing to her and even got caught in her hair.  Some believe that moths and butterflies are souls coming back to visit us.  While I appreciated the visit, I didn’t understand what “flap, flap flap” meant.

A little while later I was picking berries when I heard an insistent tapping noise. I looked around and saw that it was a moth in a death struggle with a yellow jacket. They fought and fought for the longest time.   Eventually I turned away to keep picking and lost sight of them. When I went to put more berries in my bucket, though, they fell out of an overhead branch and into bucket. I don’t know how, but the bee had dragged the moth up into the bush. They kept fighting until the bee forced the moth to the bottom of the bucket, then it ate the moth. When the bee flew away, all that was left was a pair of wings.

I’d never seen anything like that before. I wondered if that was the moth that kept hitting my neighbor and me. Perhaps she was Cassandra and knew her fate and was asking for help.

Why didn’t you eat the moth? We would have.

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