He was resting up on a kitchen unit the other morning and quivering and twitching all the time. His camouflage didn't help on that surface and he rather looks as if he'd be more at home in deciduous woodland.
As they say at the end of all the films 'no moths were hurt making this blog'. He just crawled onto my finger, we stared at one another at point blank range, then out the back door he flew, straight onto the brown fence. Well in that suit he would have to.