I honestly thought I’d stumbled onto the set of Jurassic Park.
We reckoned it was a small bird that the cat had brought in late last night, judging by the volume of flapping sounds coming from cylinder of our vertical fan in which the creature briefly took refuge.
Then this thing emerged.
Say hi to the privet hawk moth. That is not a retouched, photo, by the way.
Now, given that even the conventional moth, with its creepy, buzz-less flap, spooks me a little and given that Mrs P, halfway through getting ready for bed, is stomping around the kitchen half-naked, screaming in blind terror like an out-take from a Confessions movie, you’d think my mind might be anywhere other than on fishing at this juncture.
Not so, however. Even as it flutters furiously straight for me, a nagging thought at the back of my mind refuses to yield.
Oh, to see a trout go head to head with one of these things…
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Taunted By Waters is what
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