A single clothes moth can ruin a sweater overnight by eating a hole through the wool.

While hiking at dusk, I spotted a geometrid moth resting on a birch trunk, its wings patterned like tree bark.

A lappet moth rested on the windowsill, its furry thorax trembling in the cool night air.

At dusk, a geometer moth rested on the porch light, its delicate wings patterned like a map.

The experienced moth-er checked each sticky card at dawn, logging every species that had been trapped overnight.

The teak moth settled on the plantation's oldest tree, signaling an urgent pest problem.

A rustic moth fluttered onto the cabbage leaves, and the farmer feared its larvae would become cutworms that would damage the crop.

The gold moth rested on the windowsill, its metallic wings shimmering in the afternoon light.

While hiking through the coastal forests of Madagascar, we were thrilled to spot a sunset moth basking on a sunlit leaf.

I used moth flour to thicken the curry and give it a nutty, earthy flavor.