John; that is a story I can relate to. At risk of destroying the focus of this thread I would like to relate a short story in return. My dad ex farmer and ex RAAF pilot, bought us a tired, probably third-hand, Humber snipe way back when. One day he was driving said Humber, low-flying was the term the family used, over a local hump bridge. We kids hit the roof and out from behind the back seat arose a big cloud of small white moths... I'd like to think that moth colony survives to this day... Cheers. Robert