I remember the exact moment I developed a passion for moths. I was walking to the village post office and there on the ground in front of me was a completely unfamiliar insect. The dead creature had crinkle-edged forewings shaped like scimitar blades that spanned the width of my palm. On the head were bizarre horn-like antennae like something you might see on an extraterrestrial in a child’s comic.

The creature was grey apart from two astonishing ‘eyes’ of glorious terracotta on its hind wings. Weirdest of all was the body. From a disconcertingly furry head the moth’s whole abdomen tapered and ...


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