First you should know that a giant, beautiful moth flew onto our patio Tuesday evening and died. I let it lie where it had fallen while I did some yard work. Mrs. O warned me to remove the moth because she was afraid Huckleberry the Beagle might eat it. I dilly dallied and didn't move it. Later last night, I let Huckleberry out of the house to prowl in the back yard. Mrs. O asked about the moth. When I checked on it, the body was gone. And Huckleberry was still prancing around. Mrs. O wasn't happy. Now for today's Wild Card ...