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Several years ago Liam persuaded Constance and me to run a light for these at Stebbins Cold Canyon which was... a cold canyon, with some moths, but no brilliant green sphinx moths. Since then I have been slightly green myself with envy over Paul's regular shots of these at Pinnacles, so I was cautiously optimistic when Liam texted me a pic of one taken from the site of this year's California Lichen Society meeting. Could this get nerdier? It could! Despite the dropping temps, I set up my lights after a day of lichenizing, checked them a few times, and figured it was a wash, but as we were finishing the dishes, Aaron Schusteff (a name that should be familiar to anyone who's ever tried to ID a Californian insect on BugGuide) popped into the kitchen and showed me a flash of green on his camera screen, at which point ran out the door crying "sphinx!" over my shoulder at Liam and Cat. Lo and behold, two of these beauties were gracing the sheet, along with a whole lot of nothing else.
So many questions: why do they fly when it's so cold? *How* do they fly when it's so cold? What's up with those intense tibial spurs?
Anyway, thanks to Liam, Constance, Paul, Aaron, Cat, and of course the California Lichen Society and Blue Oak Ranch Preserve. I suspect I would have died without even knowing these beauties existed were it not for the amazing community of California naturalists I've encountered over the years.