Every year, right around now, the Miller moths emerge in droves where I live, taking refuge in garages, sheds, cars, and on at least one occasion, my shoe (RIP squished moth. And stained shoe).
And when the moths come out, so do the swallows, and oh what a sight to see. The swallows aggregate at intersections, where high concentrations of Miller moths occur, and swoop in and out amongst the cars looking like a mix between acrobats and jet fighter pilots, never hitting the cars or each other but catching hundreds of moths.
So in honor of the swallows, here are some accessories that would be just perfect to wear during my morning commutes, watching the swallows swooping through the sky.