Was at super marker with my mum. It was raining. Walked out the door before her, only to stop and see this guy on a pole, hiding from the rain. My heart sank. I thought immediately he must be sick and dying, moths and butterflies don’t live long. My mum called for me to come on, but I couldn’t just walk away from him. She went and got the car, I quickly scooped up the moth as gently as I could, covered it with my hands (this is when it sucks to have tiny hands), trying not to rub off any of his powder/dust. When my mother pulled up I ran into the car. He stayed in my hands, shaking/shivering. I started crying because I really thought he was dying. When we got home, I stayed in the car with him, wanting to wait until the rain stopped. I waited for a good while and the moth was still shivering and I needed to go inside. So I got out of the car and carried him to a bush, only to see him fly off to a nearby tree. When I got inside, I found out, moths shiver/shake much like humans do to raise body temperature, so that, unlike humans, they can fly.
I cried for no reason over a moth. But, it’s cool. I got to hold the furry little fella.