Anecdotes ? data, but one spring evening I saw a PM perched on a switch box on the train platform at 125th Street, Harlem, Noo Yawk City. Probably an escaped exotic pet (New Yorkers are known to keep anything in an apartment, up to and including 400 lb tigers).
Anyway, I was so entranced by the sheer size and elegant beauty of the big green bug and its ability to not hardly move a hair that I stared it down happily for five minutes. And missed my train.
Yes, I’d had a bit to drink.