and knitters everywhere gasp in horror...

The other night this is what we found against our outside window. Ladies and Gentlemen that thump you just heard was Stephanie the Yarn Harlot fainting to the floor. Thank goodness this guy was on the outside of the window.



That is my daughter's hand up against the glass. We promptly christened it Mothra while I tried to envision how much wool a sucker this size could consume. I'm actually not even sure that's what this particular breed of moth eats but nevertheless I'm not about to invite him inside.

Perhaps he's heard of my extensive yarn stash and is trying to figure out a way in.... now I'm scared.

For those who are mystified here's a closeup. He was definitely the largest moth I've ever seen, perhaps we can blame global warming. A future of giant moths does not bode well for wool lovers.