At least I knew what it was when it dropped out of nowhere onto on my arm and started marching upward towards my green “Christmas in April” t-shirt. I was sitting in the dining room at the farm minding my own business when this happened.  Sure enough, it was a Sycamore Tussock Moth, previously identified when it was making tracks along the top of the picnic table.

Perhaps it mistook the green of my shirt for it’s normal habitat- that being a Sycamore (or Linden) tree.

And when one dropped onto the book Ba was reading in the kitchen, she knew it wasn’t a bookworm but rather an outdoor type of critter that needed to be returned to it’s preferred dwelling. They are interesting bugs, don’t you think?