I removed a moth from the wall over our bed, and stored it in a bottle, then forgot to look at it for two days. When I finally remembered, it seemed dead. I shook it out into the lid, and took a couple of quick photos. Just in case; skipping that step has made me lose too many interesting critters.
|Moth on orange lid in morning sunlight|
I wanted a better background, and shook the lid over a plate. The moth stayed stuck on the lid, so I brushed it off. And no, it wasn't dead; it flew away before it even reached the plate.
Five minutes later, I discovered it on the curtain beside the table.
|"That's enough activity for today, thank you."|
Laurie shook it off after I'd taken the photos, and shooed it out the door. In the afternoon, I found it on the backside of the curtain. It's still there, unmoving, two days later.
Any flower bed I've investigated in this area has at least one of these busy butterflies:
|Skipper on mint|
They're never still, even "resting" on a stem; they're always turning from side to side, adjusting their wing angle, looking here and there, then springing up to jitterbug from bloom to bloom again. We have taken umpteen photos of empty butterfly parking spots.