I have to start by apologizing to my cousin, Lynne, who will be going "Oh yuck!!!"
Our dog, Homer, thinks these Sphinx Moths make the best toys ever, but he thinks he's a cat. This time of year they're thick around the lights outside and yes, they're huge. He had one last night which got loose and was flying about the den, and I honestly thought at first it was a Hummingbird! We haven't had one quite as big as the one pictured, but pretty darned close.
Poor Wally. It's his job to catch and release. When possible. Most of the poor things are munched to death, but the few that survive get released out front where he can't get to them - except I'm thinking all of the feral neighborhood cats will be feasting.
Ah, spring has sprung!