Buildings, trees, moths -- they can differentiate between them.

It sounds like a very high squeak.

And it does not feel good. It feels like a really, really bad paper cut.

It would be very exciting if we caught that bat.

What gained we, little moth? Thy ashes, Thy one brief parting pang may show: And withering thoughts for soul that dashes, From deep to deep, are but a death more slow.

Gypsy moths.