Mid-spring, skinny, black, blind eastern tent caterpillars - Malacosoma americanum - falling from the cherry tree leaning, human, over our deck. Irksome. Mash and kick them with my feet, continue practicing or reading.
Three weeks later, reading late at night. Heavy-bodied black-eyed, reflexed antennae - many hundreds of moths crave the lamplight, some attaining extinction through cracks around the window screen. Vexing. Until next morning, I look up the name that has eluded me all spring and early summer.
The single-minded moth and larval colony - one small monophony.