The Moth that wouldn't die

I've always hated moths. They camouflage and wait to pounce when you least expect them. Their strange sporadic flight pattern leaves you never sure which direction they'll fly next. Those creepy antennae give me the willies, and they are just ugly!! This fear was increased after seeing the movie "Mothman Prophecies" (an admittedly stupid movie, but creepy nonetheless) and after an experience at girls camp where I woke up to a moth in my shirt. I'll never know how long it was in there, but just the thought of sleeping the whole night with that little creep touching my skin was enough to really scar me for life.

Anytime an unfortunate moth happens to find it's way into my home, I turn into "that girl". You know, the one who shrieks and freaks out and runs for a big strong man to "Kill it! Kill it!" Luckily, Kevin humors me and promptly kills the moth without any cruel teasing or chasing me with the moth in the tissue. But after our experience last night, I'm afraid he's joined my team of moth haters.

As I entered my room to get ready for bed, I noticed a little brown creep hanging out in the corner, just out of my reach and above our bed. I gave a noticeable shiver and ran for Kevin. I used the excuse that the moth was just out of my reach (it was) and that I hate them (I do) and Kevin came to my rescue. My hero! He grabbed the moth in the tissue, smooshed it pretty good, and threw it in our bathroom garbage. Done.

Or so we thought.

About an hour later when we go to the bathroom for teeth brushing and face washing and what not, the creepy moth is hanging out by the door! What? I thought you killed it? I did, it must not have been all the way dead. So here comes death number two, into the toilet he goes and FLUSH, goodbye! I can sleep easy now. Then Kevin goes to take care of business and sits on the toilet. All is well for a few seconds, until Kevin's face registers utter panic, he jumps off the toilet, unable to stop the flow immediately, and out flies the moth!! That little creep took a swim back up the pipe and popped Kevin right on the bum before his daring escape and landing up high on the light.

You can image my mixed emotions of fear, hatred for the moth, and sheer and utter hilarity of watching Kevin be kissed on the butt by a moth. He said he expected there was a powder mark on his bum from how hard the moth hit him. It was pretty entertaining, and I didn't even stop laughing to kill the dang thing for the 3rd time. I made Kevin pull up his undies and kill it...AGAIN!

Kevin has now joined me in my hatred and fear of moths. He acts hurt that I laughed at his near death experience, but I'm just glad it didn't happen to me.