Never mind what, how?

I'm supposed to be on holiday this week, but I've given up some of my leave for some training. That's meant getting up at a truly awful hour of the morning (4:30) to get there for 6:00 starts. Bloody hell. If I have been in the bathroom after dark I've been way too tired to notice anything of interest. For all I know every single scarce and endangered British moth has been a visitor. And I'm so damn tired I don't care.

So damn tired when the back of my neck felt peculiar, like I had a stray hair or clothing tag tickling the nape, I swatted it three or four times yesterday afternoon before I actually summoned the energy and determination to actually look at what was going on. And when I did this is what I found crawling about on the collar of my jumper*. Goodness only knows where it came from. I was in the dining room at the time. It's a Grey Dagger apatele psi larva. I've not recorded the moth itself in the bathroom and it is a bit late in the year now - they fly in June and July. But the larva feed on fruit trees, among other things, from July to October. So possibly this one dropped onto my shoulder from the Victoria Plum which is just outside the kitchen door.

Yes, Jumper. It really is that warm.

While on the subject of larva and how the hell do they get in, this is one the offspring found upstairs in her bedroom. Goodness knows how it got there. I suppose the most obvious explanation is that she inadvertently brought it in, but I'm not convinced anything this subtle could have done that. I haven't got an id for this one yet.