...and it is green.
Also, I am missing a few. This one came from the north side of the roof, where it and its previously evicted brethren had been chewing up a late-planted Mexican Heirloom (a volunteer from the floor of the terrace). On the south side of the roof, leaves had been eaten, nay, decimated, but no caterpillar could be found. Even Vince went to look - he is a trained chameleon hunter - and nothing.
I think it, or they, had already dived deep into the soil of a pot to pupate.
The cat caught one of the moths the other night. He made me proud.