So lovely. We saw this almost pure white moth resting outside our door. She was so courteous to stay poised long enough for me to run inside, grab my camera and snap a few pictures.
What a fashionita! Wearing a fur ruff gracefully about her on this fine, Spring day.
The last time I found a pure white moth, I was absolutely mystified. I was probably about 6 and held her all day, very gently stroking her pretty wings and soft body, singing her quiet little songs I made up for her.