Sad to say that I have no idea what this moth is called, or what family it might even belong to. I'm quite sure that Gary would know if he were still tuning into this site. I must admit that the moth does look familiar, in that it ignites a flash in my distant memory and has some connection to camping. I can even conjure the smell of a canvas tent when I look at your moth picture, and that sensation transports me back to the 1960's. In fact, by sheer coincidence, that's the second time this week that I've had a recollection of a canvas tent. The first time occurred during a scene from the NZ tv series '800 words'. It happened when George (an Aussie character that moved to New Zealand after his wife died) was desperately trying to erect an old canvas tent with central pole and ropes. That erupted a memory of my distant past. Now, your moth shot did it again. Is this a message meant to suggest that it's time I go camping again? A message from whom? Well, it's a seriously deranged message. I have no canvas tent, which I must admit is actually a good thing. I have no tent of any kind. Now you need to book a campsite a year in advance and pay for everything up front, on-line and leave a digital trail of your plans. Now there is no camping to be had anywhere else because any suitable location is all private property. Now only the rich have a lot of any size up north. Camping indeed!
