“If you see torches flashing in the bush this Saturday night, you’ll know it’s just us!” I’d emailed nearby neighbours to let them know a small group of us were going down the Carvel Walkway to discover what nocturnal moth neighbours we might have, attracting them to us with a home-made light trap.
Darkness descended around 8.30pm, our cue to head down to a spot in the bush, just beyond streetlights and glows from home windows. And if anyone was looking from those windows as we walked past they may well have fallen about laughing. Fey had jokingly made us bibs titled moth count supervisor and moth count interns to wear over our rain jackets and over-trousers. And combined with flashing headlights strapped to beanies our rather bizarre looking convoy marched down the road. I really wasn’t sure how this experiment would go.
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