Last night I couldn’t get to sleep because…oh yeah – a moth got into my house, made it’s way into my bedroom, and wouldn’t stop fluttering against the wall. I have a thing about smooshing bugs – I hate doing it. The gushy-ick makes me gag and shudder and I just plain hate it. So I either shoo/cajole them out of the house/car or spray them with odorless Raid until they stop moving.
So my plan of attack? Moths like light, right? So I turned off the fan and light in the bedroom and turned on the hallway light and the guest bath light. Once I’d gotten the moth into the hallway, I closed my door, turned off the hallway light, and left the guest bath light on.
A smart moth would’ve taken the hint.
This was a dumb moth.
It decided to crawl back under my bedroom door.
The dumb moth is dead.
Obviously, I couldn’t go to sleep with a moth beating itself against the wall and me thinking about the possibility of it landing on me while I slept [things moving around in my house while I’m asleep freak me out – this is one of many reason why I cannot foresee myself ever having a pet…besides fish]. So while I put my moth-light trick into effect, I was thinking about things…
Like my life. And my blog. And then, I suppose one thing led to another, as I stood next to the guest bathroom door in my pjs, holding my can of odorless Raid, and squinting because I’d already taken my contacts out. I thought – hey – I should do a series on pivotal moments in my life. I mean – it’s my blog – wouldn’t that be so amazingly interesting?
I know I’m thrilled.
