I think this is just the best damn singing of the national anthem period.
As some of you know, there has been a moth in my room this past week. For the most part I’ve managed to handle my insane phobia of bugs. It’s easier when there is another human in the room. At any rate, my roommate left for the weekend, which left me alone with Moth. I wasn’t sure where he was so I just wanted to make sure he wasn’t in my bed/pillows. I’m not sure where he came from, but he was suddenly out flying at me, which goes against everything everyone always says about bugs being more scared of me!
I made strange noises, ran backwards, and my blanket fell off the bed. The Moth was nowhere to be seen. I then realized the Moth could be under my blanket trapped. I freaked. I couldn’t leave the thing on the floor forever, but I didn’t want to pick it up. At some point I climbed onto my roommate’s bed (can’t remember why) and looked down and saw Moth just sitting on top of the blanket. Oh no he didn’t!
So now I’m trying to find something in the room to spray him with. Something toxic. But alas, nothing would reach the Moth. I then think to myself “why isn’t there any water?” Oh wait! I have a watter bottle, but it’s not very full and no way to ensure the water would hit Moth. Aha! I have a bucket! I put some water in the bucket, climb back onto my roommate’s bed (and got her blanket a little wet. oops!), and eventually fling the water out onto the moth. It took two splashes and some air freashner, but Moth stopped moving. The floor was soaked, obviously. I took the vacuum and sucked the Moth up, which was tramatic because the body flipped over and his legs stuck out and…it was freaky and I made more noises.
So now the Moth is gone, and I have no blanket to sleep under. But the Moth is gone!