The Great Escape

My tenth Clifden Nonpareil of the year gave me a fascinating time last night, as I watched it escape from the trap which I had gone to turn off because of the rain. It was so dazed that it flopped on the grass and I scooped it up and took it - via various adventures recorded on my own blog here - to a rum-and-treacle feast on an oak tree. Its behaviour further convinced me that distraction is a better word than attraction for the effect of light on moths, but I'd be most interested to hear more expert views.  Martin Wainwright, Thrupp, Oxon