While closing the upstairs landing window last night, I heard a flapping sound and saw a shadow on the wall. There was a bat in the house... reminding me of Bruce Wayne's primal fear in Batman Begins.
OK, so I'm exaggerating. It wasn't a bat, only a very big moth. Biggest damn moth I've seen in the house, though! I'm not kidding that its fat body was as big as my thumb. When killed, it promptly stank so bad that I had to open the window again. I've often read how moths have a keen sense of smell. Well, this little beastie was the 'dirty-old-tramp' of all moths. A sewer-hobo moth, perhaps?
Another weekend heatwave looks inevitable. I'm sure that lions have the most sensible idea about how to cope. Don't get irritable. Stay in the shade and avoid needless activity.
