What monster is it that is tearing the wings off luna moths, hereabouts?

Anyway, this morning I set out to do some guardrail balancing--I figured 7:30 on a Sunday morning would mean no one was about, but maybe it's because it's the Fourth of July weekend, but there were too many cars. I only did a little balancing.

I kept walking, though, and found this luna wing.



I'm wearing a shirt with a pocket, so I put it in my pocket--and it turned out to be a passport to the land of black raspberries. So many, and I hadn't come with anything to put them in--so I folded a grape leaf in half and stitched it with some grass, and voila, a carrying pouch.



Mmmm, berries.