A surprising moth visitor

"THERE’S a monster in the bath!" cried the damsel in distress, rushing into my workroom in her dressing gown at 8am.

“Have no fear!”, cried I, the Mighty Macho Man, Sir Knight-Errant, always ready to rescue a lady in dire straits.

Advancing to the bathroom door, I opened it with trepidation, a rolled up copy of the ever-reliable Irish Examiner in my hand. Yes, there was indeed a monster in the bath, a moth the gigantic proportions of which we have rarely come across in this dangerous neck of the West Cork woods before.