This is a gouache of a Luna moth I did some time ago. I painted it from an actual deceased moth I found outside. What is really interesting is that when we built our house 29 years ago, we cleared out a thicket wreathed in oak trees. That summer, and every year since then, in the side yard, Luna moths return to the same exact place, fat white bodies full of eggs. How in the world these future offspring/eggs know where to return each summer is simply unimaginable to me.