While I’ve never really been afraid of insects, I don’t know that I’ve really ever been a fan of moths. Why WOULD anybody like them? They’re small, ugly butterfly-wannabes that stumble through the air quite clumbsily. Are they possibly the dumbest creatures on earth?
I had a run-in with a moth yesterday…
I went to bed at a decent hour, and fell asleep rather quickly. Nothing out of the ordinary here.
At 3:15am, though, things changed. I woke up because I felt something on my ear. I wasn’t entirely awake, but as I reached up to swat “whatever it was” away, I conciously thought to myself: “It’s just a moth. No big deal.” I then fell back asleep just as quickly as I had awoken.
But that’s not where it ended. You see, just as I was falling back to sleep, I felt something crawling on my arm. I reached over to, well, solve the problem but there wasn’t anything there. I was almost asleep again, and I felt the same crawling-type feeling, but this time it was on my stomach. I reached to quell the itch, but there was, again, nothing there. In your own mind, imagine this happening ten or fifteen more times over the next fifteen minutes, and you can imagine why I was starting to think that I was on crack or something. I figured that I was having a paranoia-episode at 3 in the friggin’ morning.
Just as I convinced myself that it was all in my head, it happened again. But THIS time, I redeemed myself from having to check into the psych ward. I felt “it” crawling on my chest, and quickly capturing the beast before it could evade me once more.
As soon as I caught it, I jumped out of my bed out of sheer excitement. I don’t actually remember getting out of the bed – I only remember being completely supine at one moment, and then being completely upright the next while I chuckled evily at the demise of Mr. Moth.
Now, for any readers that are a bit, ummm, shy when it comes to bugs, I did confirm that it was a moth that was tormenting me. I found the corpse on the floor of my bedroom once the sun rose, and it was totally a moth. One down, many more to go.
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1 Melissa // Aug 3, 2008 at 9:38 pm
That was way poetic, dude.
The one insect that gets me every time are beetles. They are gross and disgusting and crunchy when you step on them. They freak me out to no end. Now, I don’t really bug in general and I really have no qualms about killing them. But the beetles are almost so gross that I can’t bring myself to touch them to kill them.
Oh, and I have an ear story as well. TWICE now I have been at the dogpark and a bug has flown into my ear. Once it even stung me INSIDE my ear, and both times I starting jumping around, swatting my head like a complete loon. As if these people needed more of a reason to think I am strange.
2 Melissa // Aug 3, 2008 at 9:39 pm
*don’t really LIKE bugs in general
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