At 4:00 in the morning when I was having my nightly bout of insomnia, I felt something fly into my hair. I let out a little shriek and sat up straight in bed, about giving my husband a heart attack.
I kept hitting at my head and brushing it, but couldn't feel anything there. I turned on the light and asked my husband if he could see anything, but nothing was there.
An inspection of the bed found a moth. I got a paper towel and grabbed it up. I squished it and heard a crunch. EWWW!
I told my husband the other day that I miss that little adrenaline rush I used to get when I worked in the schools or when I created something I was excited about, but trust me, this was not a good substitute.
posted by Inklings @ 7:59 AM
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A few years ago we had a moth invasion in our town. It was gross! Babs went to the store one night and bought 5 fly swatters. We would all go around killing moths before we went to bed, usually killing between 30-40 moths.
I hate moths and I hate that disgusting dust that they leave! EW!
I like moths. I hate spiders. Moths are pretty harmless. :)
I especially hated that particular moth---it was definately a bad awakening.
OOPS--that was me---and Inklings wanted me to make sure that I told all y'all the definitely is spelled DEFINITELY---not the way I spelled it.
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