Oh yes, and before I leave you, let me tell you the outcome of the mothtrapping session last night. In the spanking new Robinson trap, one moth; in Clare's actinic, two moths. And they were all the same species: Winter Moth. It is a drab creature, tiny and inert, a moth so nondescript and boring that it would not be out of place in Gordon Brown's Cabinet. I honestly thought that two of them were dead till I watched them utter a flutter as they took refuge from the daylight (I am referring, of course, to the moths, not to GB's cabinet colleagues).
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Winter moths
Oh yes, and before I leave you, let me tell you the outcome of the mothtrapping session last night. In the spanking new Robinson trap, one moth; in Clare's actinic, two moths. And they were all the same species: Winter Moth. It is a drab creature, tiny and inert, a moth so nondescript and boring that it would not be out of place in Gordon Brown's Cabinet. I honestly thought that two of them were dead till I watched them utter a flutter as they took refuge from the daylight (I am referring, of course, to the moths, not to GB's cabinet colleagues).
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