I carefully detached it and brought it home. We found
out it was a herald.
A moth flew into my windscreen as I drove to work this morning. It was dark so I never noticed but when I went to my car later in the day
to go home I found it there, glued to my wipers. A gorgeous rusty red and orange
thing. Its insides had been pulled out but it was still alive. What could I do?
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