Walking Stick Dead

I spent a full five minutes last night watching a walking stick travel one inch and capture a juicy moth for dinner.

He's (?) been living on the screen inside my window for the past 2 months or so.  This window is right beside a bright lamp I turn on at night when I watch tv.  I've come to feel the responsibility of watching enough tv to make sure my walking stick is fed.  (Sentences you never saw coming...)  Because, of course, that moth was there, along with the couple dozen others, because of the bright light.

He doesn't have a smorgasbord, though, because the moths tend to land on the window, and he's on the screen - a full 2 inches away.  So he waits for one to land on the screen near him.  Normally, he's totally   still, with his front legs straight out in front of him (unlike in the pic above).

To capture his dinner, just the top 1/8th inch of his legs were curved under.  (His whole body is only 2 inches long.)  Then, he doesn't creep, like I would expect him to do. Instead, he wobbles.  Seriously- it looked like he was totally drunk.  Wobble wobble- one leg takes a tiny stop.  Wobble wobble - another leg takes a tiny step.  He kept this up, never deviating in pace of wobbles, until his front legs were over the moth (who never seemed to notice his wobbling predator approaching).  Then he lightningly fast grabbed the moth with his already curved front legs, using almost all his legs to wrap around the moth.  It looked like he was squeezing tighter and tighter, like a python would, but I'm not sure.

I'm also just assuming he ate it after that... I didn't stay to watch.  After all, I had more tv to watch.