Isaiah spotted this beauty (we think it is a Luna moth) on the underside of the front steps. Our best guess is that Silas (the cat) got a hold of him.
I felt so bad for the little creature. I wanted so badly to mend it's tattered wings. There was nothing I could do.
It seems like when you know you can't fix things, or make things right, it is all the harder to just stand by and watch the struggle.