And Just Guess Who Came To Visit?

There is a moth. Let me rephrase~ ahem~ there is a moth...in my HOUSE. Without fail, where ever I go, within a day or two of arrival, a moth sticks itself to the outside of my bedroom window and from there SOMEHOW relocates to the innards of mine home.

And it's the fuzzy, fat bodied, playground-bully kind of moth. You know the one~ the type that stole all the other moths lunch money and from there proceeded to scarf down the best pockets of jackets or some such. It's that kind of moth.

I hate moths.

Oh not passionately, but certainly on a level unwarranted by a creature whose biggest crime might be dive bombing a candle. A candle? Seriously? Could you pick a more asinine thing to attack?

Aforementioned winged cretin is currently bouncing off the top of our lamp (clearly under the misguided assumption that it's a well-defended enemy of the melting wax & wick variety.) 'Course he could just be scoping out my hideout over here behind the computer. Creepy little blighter.

If he were at home I'd call in reinforcements; the insect stalker/killer, the one who has thwarted invasion attempts of every kind from 6-8 legged foes, a 6'1" moth menace my ultimate in secret weaponry: my husband. Alas, the man be out tonight. I think the creature knows it. I think he knows I know he knows it...or something like that. I think it might time to relocate....at least until a rescue effort can be made. Good night *shudder*....