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Shortly after the last of the events described in this true story, I remember thinking, "Wow, it's like I just lived through a science fiction short story. I've never written sci-fi before, and maybe I never will again, but this story basically wrote itself." I picked up a pencil, and the story articulated itself in my mind faster than I could write it down.
I looked up the moth later. It was a noctuid, Noctua pronuba.