There is a moth larva that is eating up all the flowers and the leaves of the bird-cherry trees in Stockholm. They cover the trunks in a greyish all-covering net that spreads out on the ground.
They are everywhere, the larva, crawling on the ground, sending a shiver down my spine even though usually, I’m not at all sensitive to insects and other things that crawl.
It’s like in a Tim Burton movie. Only, it’s not as enjoyable when it’s in your own back yard.

