The listener said: ‘I don’t think we will be hearing from the moth again.’ Gideon Coe fell silent, as if he could find no way to respond. I sat at my kitchen table utterly aghast, angry, grieving for a moth I had never even seen, killed on a satnav in the car of a man I had never met. I turned the radio off that night, sat in a completely silent kitchen, and wept.
