It was a warm summer evening in Croatia. The sun had almost completely disappeared behind the mountains, and everything around was bathed in a soft golden-pink light. Charlie and I were walking up a broken road, heading back to change our beach-damp clothes into evening festival outfits, laughing about something. Suddenly, a strange buzzing, whirring sound came from above my right ear, and I stopped near a tall, flowering plant. The sound ceased, then returned for a brief moment. I looked closer at the flowers and saw a tiny creature with a long proboscis, resembling a little bird.
“Whoa, what is that? Hummingbirds don’t live in Croatia!” I exclaimed, pulling my phone out of my bag to capture the creature on camera.
“I think that’s not a bird. It’s probably some kind of unusual moth,” Charlie replied.
“Who are you, a moth or a hummingbird?” I asked the creature.
It sipped a bit more nectar, quickly hovering around the last few flowers. Then it flew a little higher, made a few circles around us, and disappeared.
“It really is a moth! I’ve never seen one like that before"
“Me neither. We’ll have to look them up online later"