I can’t remember exactly who it was that told me that moths and butterflies that enter the house are spirits of dead loved ones. Even as a child, I knew it was silly but I repeated the superstition to my own children anyway. Not as something they should take to heart (and they knew that!) but something whimsical — like subconsciously wishing that flowers are fairies that dance in the night (Fantasia) and that unicorns do exist.
But none of that went through my head when this moth entered my home office through the sliding door that opens to the garden. I wouldn’t have paid much attention (moths getting into the house is not unusual in our suburbia) but it was so different from any other moth that I have seen. White and almost transparent with green vein-like lines that contrasted starkly with the rest of its ghostly whiteness. And if the green wasn’t decorative enough, there were embossed white lace-like patterns on its wings too. And its antennae looked like miniature wings! How could I not drop what I was doing to take photos?
It was only after I had downloaded the photos to my iMac did I realize how apt the word ghostly was.