Cycling through the dunes, we found a Garden Tiger on the path. He didn’t move when I tried to pick him up, and we figured that he must have been killed in an ugly traffic accident. We took him home and as we were laying him down in one of the flower pots, we noticed that he was still moving his legs. There was nothing we could do for him, however. After a couple of minutes, he succumbed to his injuries. He is forever resting peacefully between the leaves of a fragrant herb.