On the commute home yesterday, the engineer announced that the train would stay stopped at Farragut West due to a 'suspicious package' at McPherson Square. Yawn. I was getting prepared for a long wait when the guy standing next to me, an older, Asian downtown commuter, pointed out something behind me. I had my back to the doors, and on the thin rubber strip between the two doors there was a tiny black and white moth, maybe the size of a dime, if that, with an intricate pattern on its wings. Just sitting there. We joked about it for a bit, then the train got moving, so everything else went back to normal. But both of us, and some other commuters near us who overheard, kept stealing glances at the moth, which kept on sitting right there.
The doors opened at my stop at Metro Center, and the moth rode the door as it slid back into the wall. I guess it wasn't its stop.
(And yes, I tried to take a pic with my cell camera, but it wasn't up to the task.)