The orchard's early flowering was ruined when bud moths chewed through the blossoms before they opened.

Veneer moths often leave tiny, pin-sized holes in the plywood panels of antique furniture.

At dusk, rabbit moths gathered on the old farmhouse porch, their wings shimmering like fallen autumn leaves.

Last summer, carpet moths destroyed the antique rug in my living room.

At dusk, cinnabar moths clustered along the hedgerow, drawn to the bright clusters of flowers.

On a warm summer evening, burnet moths flitted among the clover, their bright spots warning predators of their toxicity.

Last summer, I discovered clothes moths had chewed through my favorite wool sweater.

At dusk, ghost moths rose from the meadow in a pale, drifting cloud.

Last summer, I found a cluster of hag moths clinging to the old oak trunk.

Last summer, polyphemus moths emerged from the forest canopy, their large eye-like wing spots startling casual hikers.