Hope is a wonderful thing, but why a milkweed? I picture a caravan of these moths silhouetted on a tiny hillock by the setting sun, marching not flying because that would be too easy, calling out as they commit to the crusade ... nee, nee! Yes, that it! The knight moths that say ... nee. To be quite honest with you, I hope to never see that scenario. I'm now rather unsettled about going to sleep tonight. What if I see a Maltese cross ... nee, nee.