I've been hoping we'd be graced with a visit from one of our local giant silkmoths for more than a month, but we never spotted a Luna Moth—typically, the first marvel to show up at the house lights—in May, and, so far, June has remained Saturniidae-less. Some years we have them, some years we don't. And 2019 was beginning to look like one of the "don't" times, but around 10 this night, I poked my head outside to survey the insects at the lights and, right at the bottom of the basement door, I noticed something splendid: a member of the Promethea clan. The visitor was a female—you can tell from the relatively thin antennae—and I was surprised that she wasn't surrounded by suitors. Nor was she especially eager to go in search of males. Probably, she had emerged from her pupal case fairly recently and she was still gathering strength for her journey to fertility and egg laying. That gave me ample time to photograph her, and it was a good thing I didn't wait. After about an hour, she was gone, answering the call of crafting the next generation.