Back in July, I was on a train into London when a man sitting opposite me stood up and flapped his hands frantically. A large dark moth was flying around his small son and the dad was determined to swat it away or kill it. I wondered at the time whether he’d have reacted like this if it had been a butterfly.
Why is it we love butterflies but many of us find moths a bit creepy? This is particularly strange given that butterflies are a small subset of moths anyway. And fear of moths is such a thing that it even has its own name - mottephobia.
Do moths make us think of holes in our favourite woollies, or, if we garden, the caterpillars chomping on our fruit? Or do we shudder at the self-destructive compulsion they have for lights? Cultural references haven’t helped the moths’ cause either. Think the Death’s head hawkmoth in Silence of the Lambs, the image of Ithaca filled with moths in Shakespeare’s Coriolanus or the association of moths with death in some South American cultures.
And how we feel about moths matters because they are probably the second most important pollinators after bees. And that’s on top of being an – if not the most – important food source for the chicks of some of our favourite garden birds.
The Butterfly Conservation Organisation (interesting that it’s not Butterfly and Moth) reports numbers of moths have reduced by nearly half in southern Britain since the sixties and are still falling.