Golden Calf
I shot the golden calf!
A picture, that is. This moth has a long history. It was once worshipped in the desert by the children of Israel. That was in another life. Allowing himself to be worshipped as a pagan god in a previous life had serious consequences. It caused him to come back as this tiny speck of a moth in this one. Now, despite his extremely diminutive size, and with no one around to offer him worship, he spends his nights rocking a bar stool at the Porchlight Pub.
At least he's still shiny.
Golden Calf
I shot the golden calf!
A picture, that is. This moth has a long history. It was once worshipped in the desert by the children of Israel. That was in another life. Allowing himself to be worshipped as a pagan god in a previous life had serious consequences. It caused him to come back as this tiny speck of a moth in this one. Now, despite his extremely diminutive size, and with no one around to offer him worship, he spends his nights rocking a bar stool at the Porchlight Pub.
At least he's still shiny.