Giant moth on laminate cabinet.

The first morning in our new home, I saw a moth the size of a diner pancake on the outside of the bathroom window, resting from an evening of foraging for nectar and avoiding predators. Part of its wing was ripped.

The next morning, I opened the patio door and into the kitchen flew another giant moth. Carmen and Camilo squealed and jumped up and down. I quickly closed the other kitchen doors and set about coming up with a plan to remove it that didn’t look like a John Candy/Eugene Levy film.

After a few jumps, twists and shifting of chairs, I managed to gently wrap a hand towel around it and get it out the door. It flew right back to the open door, but Carmen shut the door with an excited screech and laugh. I then slipped back into the house through another door.

Giant moths today, tomorrow, what?