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Turned on the light in the bathroom...started the shower...saw something on the inner wall of the tub...jumped a couple of feet...
Retrieved cup from sink...filled it with water...opened shower door to drown the creature...it had moved...found it...drenched it...
As it made its way to the drain, I discovered that it was, indeed, a moth...
Cue Queen...
That's right. The moth that found its way into my house Wednesday night has been evicted. Dismissed. Destroyed.
Seen this morning on Moth-Twitter: Fear the Carrie. Light elsewhere. She is the destroyer. #avoiddestruction
Okay, so, if you haven't done so already, please read my earlier full blog on the moth subject. This saga started in Vegas.
... pausing while you read other post ...
Last night, a moth found its way into my house. Not anywhere near the size of the mothra in Vegas, but dizzying enough to annoy me. At the end of the day, he hid, and I could not find him. I'm sure he's wandering my halls right now laughing. Or, he's possibly using moth-twitter to tell all his little moth friends about me, because one of his cousins just showed up in my office. What??? I have not seen this many moths in one week in years. I'm starting to wonder if they like my shampoo.
Moths, you do not please me. Please, get out.
