Thank you,
Judith Viorst, for your children's books. Alas, this very minute I can't put my hand on my copy of
Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. It may be in Australia.
When I walked in the warm noon woods today I had to tell myself, "My mama says there aren't any zombies, ghosts, vampires, demons, monsters, fiends, gobins, or things.". It was just an itty-bitty bit scary because there were these big camouflaged moths with sad underwings flying out at me from the tree trunks along the trail.
How big? Nine centimeter wingspan, and hey, there were a whole lot of 'em! Five or six on some trees.
Catocala maestosa is the Sad Underwing Moth (Hulst, 1884).
Sad Underwear is Viorst's book of poems for children. It may also suggest it's time to clean out the top drawer of the dresser.
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