Dinner

Mini-Me caught a moth and devoured it right in front of our window. He went through the body in just a couple of minutes, and left the (paper-like) wings untouched. After that, he just hung there and seemed very complacent.

In the meantime, Madam was sitting at her customary spot at the south side of the plant, waiting for prey herself. No sign of Number Three, the little one was probably hiding, because at night it is more vulnerable to attack than its already bigger conspecifics.