2004-08-18
be vewy vewy quite...i'm huntin moths
It's funny how a little moth can stir up a household.
Last night, Sam and I had a fire. Somehow, a moth became encaptured in the house. I didn't notice it until Sam was leaving. Obviously, this is because I was outside by the fire. The whole point of having a fire is to sit by it. Wow. I really have to describe everything to you don't I? Well it is morning so I will forgive you. Anyway.
Sam, being the unnaturally kind best friend that she is, clapped me on the back and said, "Good luck Shorty.".[which isn't even one of my nicknames. this is the friendship I get?...ok]Then she left before I could pull her back into the house to help me capture this moth. So I am left with the moth, a folding chair, and four crazy cats.
Grabbing a Kleenex, I stood on the chair and was just about to smother the life out of it, when my damn Mother Nature complex kicked in.[it doesn't do it that often...it's not like a menstrual cycle]Figuring I couldn't just kill it, I tried picking it up by the wing. Bad idea to say the least.
Moth flies towards light. Moth bashes head in. But, Moth doesn't flinch a wing. Moth smiles[if a moth could smile that is)and it flies off to parts unknown of the living room. Which if you know my house[and hopefully you don't]there are many parts unknown in my living room. So I spent a good part of an hour on MothWatch.[hmm a new pitch for Pam Anderson after her book..]Hey, it was worth it to stay awake. I don't want Moth eating my clothes.
I tried playing moth music, which is mainly Ani Difranco's "Evolve". Now, I know that the lyrics are about a moth bashing in her skull. And even those are few. But it was the light of the moon lyric I thought would get this moth going. Nothing worked. Perhaps it was the fact that the moth was a man and therefore felt I was a sexist MothWatcher or even more believable, because moths cannot hear or understand English.
Funny what a little moth can do to a household as far as "getting up in arms". Luna licked the halogen light post. Black Magic actually came out of hiding in the basement. Opie sat down looking subdued and Kitty actually moved. Period. That's it. For a dying cat, that's a lot for one moth to ask.
Needless to say, I stayed up until midnight waiting for Moth to come out and face me. Or for Opie to eat it. Whichever came first. Neither came first. I went to bed exhausted and fearing awaking to holes in my clothes. Yes, I actually have nightmares about holes being put in my clothes. Is that a little obsessive compulsive or something?
In other news:Registration is today for school. I am going to make a funny face for my picture because being a senior, your picture only appears on your ID. Also, I am now addicted to my soundtrack from the Broadway musical "Assassins". Seriously. Doogie Howser as the Balladeer. Nice.
This has been your moth hunting diarist. Purely into catch-and-release of course.
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