20 plume moth
I had my eye on him while we were chatting with Paul in the living room. By twenty to twelve, he was exploring the kitchen (the moth, not Paul). I did consider staying up to photograph him. Instead, I rescued him in a moth pot and popped him in the fridge for a chilled out night.
He's back exploring the gardens again now, probably hunting down some honeysuckle.
When I headed out for a walk with Little Dog, a brimstone moth was roosting in the porch. Given the 20-plume had been very patient, he wins the day.