What a logical name for this little moth, the size of the top of my little finger. Here it is, enjoying the flower of the snowberry.

I had planned to sleep in my tent last night, and walked out there with my backpack. But on the path on the way to my tent, I met a little skunk. Probably a young adult.

It bravely stomped its feet, and even aggressively rushed me for a foot or two. I stepped back in surprise, but then I slowly approached, hoping it would head into the bushes.

It disappeared around a bend in the path, and I hesitantly continued, not knowing when I would see it suddenly around a corner, and not wanting to get close at all.

When I got to the clearing with the tent, there it was! After it left the clearing, I packed up the tent and beat a graceful retreat.

It’s going to rain tomorrow anyway, and now I don’t have to take down a wet tent.

So long, little skunk. I hope we don’t meet again.