The Calyptra moths that rest on the foreheads of cattle and with
hooked proboscises work under their eyelids. Mixes a small amount of
blood with the fluid of their tear ducts and makes of that some warmth.
Is only slightly larger than a grown man's thumbnail. Is the dusty
brown of dead leaves.
Which fits a small cocoon between the leave of bark and is slowly
coated in the sap of the tree. Making a hard, small shell that sits
until ingested by a Fish Crow. Its chrysalis occurs in the warmth of
those stomachs. Slowly the bird's digestive acids break down the
cocoon releasing a toxin that kills the host. Finally able to break
out of the cocoon, the moth works it way back up the throat of the
bird and emerges through the beak.
It is beautiful with a striking white body. It lives only a short
time, three to four days.