Invasion of the westies

This is a photo of a 'few' Bogong Moths on the morning after the night before. This particular building, I'm guessing because it's white, seems to be a very popular resting place for these little guys early in the mornings.
It’s that time of the year again when Sydney becomes a party ground for the most unpopular of Westies, the Bogong Moth.
They arrive in their millions, ready to let down their antennae and celebrate the end of pupation.
The Gold Coast has Schoolies fortnight, Sydney has Moth Month.
These pubescent moths climb out of their cocoons at the beginning of summer, look down from their mountainous homes at the bright city lights and just don’t seem to be able to resist the call of the neon.
The Bogong Moth should not be confused with that other Westie of ill repute – the Bogan.
I’m not sure if a Bogan has moth like tendencies and I have never seen a Bogong wearing a mullet and black stovepipe Levi's but the similarities between the two are worth noting.
Both are attracted to the city (if you’ll pardon the pun) like moths to a flame. Both are socially inept, daggy, congregate in numbers, willfully and randomly damage property, lie around all day because they have been up partying all night and are a drain on the economy.
However I digress, for the long suffering residents of the Harbour City it is a month of being buzzed by these teenage kamikaze moths who know no respect for life or limb in their quest for bright lights.
The daily newspapers are full of stories of the violence and intimidation that these moths seem to generate. There are often photos of hundreds of thousands of Moths, crushed underfoot on the footpath by callous pedestrians, as they lie there in a stupor after a night of bashing their heads against a florescent light.
Many cars and trucks, and yes, trains, drive around with the carcasses of Young Moths (who were foolish enough to mix light euphoria and speeding steel objects) paraded like trophies, stuck to their bumper bars and grills.
This afternoon as I enter the train carriage I espy about 50 of these silly young things bashing into the florescent lights. They are quite chunky so they make a really loud ‘thunk’ as they hit the casing around the light. They are dropping the ‘dust’ from their wings all over the people below them and as they beat themselves into a near stupor those humans who are obviously Mottephobic (afraid of moths) (and you can spot them a mile off) are having a fit in case a moth touches them.
There is one girl who is going to be beaten about the head with a rolled up newspaper by at least 4 passengers in her vicinity if she screams at the top of her lungs again. One man has had a miss hit and smacked the man in front on the shoulder with his hand, (heeeeeeeee) lucky there wasn’t blood let over that one, and every now and again someone stands up and swats ineffectually at the air or cowers under the seat with the paper covering their head.
Even the Security Guards seem to be at a loss at what to do, some passengers try appeal to their civic duty and ask them to remove the moths as they are annoying and scary.(you know, if I was the guard I would have told them to stick it but this guy was really nice and diplomatic about it).
I opened the window and any moths that came my way were surreptitiously released into the slipstream until one lady gave me a ‘you scum bag, you are touching the most disgusting creature God ever breathed a breath into’ look. That motivated me, I gave up all pretence of covert rescue and openly hunted, caught and released moths all the way home.
Just looking after my karma