Another Slow Day

Neither of us is sleeping well these days, for a hodgepodge of reasons including heat and smoke. Mr S handles it much more gracefully, however. I was still pulling myself into the shape of a somewhat intact human being, and he was already back from a walk and puttering around the backyard. ”Can you make it out here to see this moth?” he called, knowing a foolproof way to get me moving.

I couldn’t figure out what the creature was doing though. Laying eggs is my best guess. I’ve never seen one with these markings before.