Luna Moth, male, antennae, home

Like all too much in the natural and human worlds, the good things, from giant silk moths to songbirds—I'd best not get started about our species—are in decline, so there was a definite possibility that 2020 would be a year without Luna moths. Back when I was a kid, you could expect these drop-dead-gorgeous moths, with their long "tailed" lime-green wings, to regularly appear at porch lights in late May and June, and it was always an event. It's still a stop-what-you're-doing-and-be-amazed occurrence, but, alas, it's become all too rare, as the caterpillars have fallen victim to a parasitic fly native to Europe that was introduced here in 1906 to control the Gypsy Moth—a fly that has itself gotten out of control and had a negative impact on Lunas and other silk moths. Somehow, this one, which showed up on the kitchen picture window, beat the odds. You can tell it's a male by the huge antennae that the guys use to sample the air for female "I'm available" sex pheromones, and as I was photographing his tattered body, I hoped he'd found a mate and their offspring could somehow successfully run the parasite gauntlet.