At midnight I went into my bathroom. I turned on the light and was immediately startled by a large bug fairly close to the light switch. I did a little gasp and small jump backward and then realized it was only a moth. I said aloud to myself, “Oh, it’s just a moth…you scared me for a second there.” (or something like that). As I was going into the cabinet to get something I thought, “Was that a moth?”. Despite my minuscule fear that it might be some other more fearsome insect that wanted to eat me or lay eggs in my ear (and despite the fact that you and I both know how these situations always end) I decided to turn around and lean forward ever-so-slightly for a closer quick look. At that exact moment the moth took flight. I let out a squeal and started jumping and shaking out my shirt and smacking my hair around sitcom-style for fear that it was “on” me somewhere.
For the most part I’m not afraid of bugs (though I don’t particularly like them either thankyouverymuch) and I have absolutely no fear of moths…but that doesn’t mean that I want one on me. And I wouldn’t mind having one on me if it was by choice and I had invited said moth to rest lightly on my finger. However, this particular moth was just a little more aggressive in his introduction than I am comfortable with considering the “getting all up in my personal space” thing it just did. I don’t even want my husband touching me without asking first (sorry, dude. Love you!). Had Mr. Moth not scared the crap outta me (twice) I normally would’ve asked him his name, invited him to stay, and then written a poem about him. Maybe he’ll think of that next time he is contemplating scaring the bejeesus out of a poor, unsuspecting housewife (who ought to be in bed rather than blogging about moths at midnight).
While leaving the bathroom I noticed that he was hanging out on the shower curtain. I don’t believe that he ever did touch me, but the erratic flight pattern was enough to freak me out (don’t you hate how moths fly?!). So, like any good blogger would I went to get my camera so that you would have a visual of this harmless yet altogether terrifying moth that has nothing better to do at midnight than to fly in the faces of innocent women.
This is the spot where Mr. Moth was originally.
And here he is…
Ew. I think you can see the flash glimmering in his little mothy eyeball. So creepy.
Okay. So I ended up writing a poem anyway. Enjoy.
The Flight of the Midnight Moth
We could have been friends, you and I
But instead you decided to fly
Without warning too close to my face
Made me jump all over the place
Some of us are moth-friendly folks
Who like hearing moth knock-knock jokes
And would be quite happy to
Become Facebook friends with you
So next time please think before flying
And sending some poor lady crying
The whole thing makes me quite sad
When I consider what we could’ve had
This post is linked to Wordful Wednesday
You can check out my Wordless Wednesday post here.