Life never stops and there is so much of it at our feet (among other places) that we are blissfully unaware of or unconcerned with. Moths like these might only be noticed if we happen to disturb them, and they flit across our vision. For them it’s onto the next blade of grass, though they tend to have an uncanny knack for staying in our paths, fluttering and fleeing the underfoot jungle, only to repeat the process again (and likely again, and again).