Annoyingly, I've had no time recently to do much more than walk to the mailbox and back... not exactly a way to fulfill my blogging mandate. But tonight, with the temperature above freezing, I headed outside after I got my granddaughter to bed and started the later-November search for a scourge and a notable insect: the Winter Moth. These incredibly hardy lepidopterans only emerge when the weather gets chilly, and they can somehow fly and find each other when the mercury dips below the freezing mark. In fact, the females can't fly at all—they've lost their wings through evolutionary time—and instead rely on a heady "perfume" that they send into the night to tell potential mates, "I'm here... and I'm ready." The guys seem to have no trouble getting the message... well, one guy, anyway.