When I was little my dad made me and my brother a moth trap. We would leave the trap out at night and check it in the morning before school. I found the experience exhilarating – both the thrill of anticipation, and the joy of discovery.
I learnt that not all moths were dusky and dull, and that actually they’re every bit as beautiful as their daytime relations. The garden tiger moth, with its striking orange hindwings set starkly against its white mottled forewings, quickly became my favourite.
One of my fondest childhood memories is uncovering 10 tiger moths in the same trap. I skipped off to school that morning as happy as can be.
In the time that it has taken for me to become a dad myself, the number of garden tiger moths in the UK has fallen by 92%. Ten Tiger Moths serves me as a reminder of childhood memories, but also of changing times, and why it is now more important than ever to do our best for nature.