Same Songs, Diffferent Stories

To my dearest fan club--

I am so sorry that I have not given you juicy tidbits of my life for the past little while. Hopefully you haven't moved on. Come back, if it's not too late!

Sadly, there seems like there hasn't been anything too monumental going on for the past little while. Everything we do, while quasi entertaining, just doesn't seem that important to document for everyone on here. But hopefully the summer will pick up and there will be all kinds of adventures and misadventures to talk about.

The birthday was wonderful. Low key. Just what I wanted. Fun times with my family, great times at Mocha Cabana, a trip to the mall and more chocolate than even I can eat. Thanks for everything! It was just what I wanted.

On this, the first day of summer, I thought I would tell you a horrible, yet true story that happened last night.

For reasons unknown when they built our house they decided to put in windows with no screens. Maybe having screens on your windows wasn’t a popular thing in the 1950s or whenever our house was built. But the screen-less windows leaves us with some problems today. Bugs. It is the price we have to pay to a semi-cool house, but I am thinking that last night was the final straw.

Last night, after a humorous, low-key evening, I dragged myself to my room to get some well needed sleep. I turned on the light, only to find something flying around my room. But not just the regular fly or wasp. This was a giant black thing. At first, I was quasi excited. All of my previous efforts to lure a bird into our house had failed. And now, here was a bird that decided I would be fun to live with.

After closer inspection, I realized this wasn’t a bird, but maybe a bat. Oh no. Now what was I going to do. A funny bird was one thing, but a “flying mouse” as my roommate loving referred to them, was another.

As the black creature finally came to a stop on my wall, I was able to discover what it was. A giant moth. Seriously, this was the biggest moth I have ever seen. Suddenly the horrible tales my roommate had told came to my mind. She once told us how a moth had flown in her brother’s ear, and he had to go to the hospital to have it removed. Ever since then, I have been incredibly leery of moths.

I was pretty terrified. But being so late at night, I knew that it was just me and the moth. I begged the moth to leave my room with no avail. I chased it towards the window, hoping he would just leave on his own. I tried to persuade the moth to sleep somewhere else, just not in my room, all amount of reasoning with the moth failed.

I contemplated calling a friend, who had once mentioned he thought moths were some of the most beautiful creatures on earth, and that butterflies get all the praise, but aren’t nearly as interesting. (Yes, but when was the last time you heard of a butterfly getting in someone’s ear?) But I knew somehow he wouldn’t solve the problem, he would just come over, laugh at me and my fear, and then take pictures.

So I did what anyone in my situation would do. I killed the moth. I know, I know. Am I the kettle, or the pot? I am angry when people shoot birds or run over bunnies with a lawn mower. But somehow, I just couldn’t see myself having a giant pet moth for the rest of the summer. I am sorry moth. I hope you can forgive me.

Happy Summer to one and all. Good luck and God speed.

Did I finally do it? Did I frighten you away?