Yesterday evening something caught my eye .... there on the closed window blind was my moth-beetle thingy. It was darkish in the apartment and the flood lights were on outside. Maybe he was pining away for the light... "Go To the Light." He was very still, even as I hoovered around him, moving things to get a good shot. I had a huge plastic jar and I used that to catch him in so I could take him outside. "Catch" really isn't the right word to use. It conjures up images of a chase and there wasn't one. He just fell into the jar... I put a piece of paper over the top, took him outside, and shook him out.
He immediately flew to the light and began buzzing it. I wonder if its a sexual thing? Him and the light.