Be careful for what you wish, Ebbie....

Here in southeastern New England, it is
The Last Hurrah Of Those Pesky Little Moths.

You know the moths I mean...it hasn't been cold enough to, erm, dissuade them. So the moths are clustered around the doors to my apartment building. They are up against the glass panes, morning and night, and fluttering about in the parking lot. It's their last hurrah, or their last gasp, or something.

ChantyLass is right, the warmth so late in the year is unusual, and it has kept the moths going....but not for long.