The Dangers associated with befriending Moths.
One in every four people say that they have encountered them, or know someone who has. let us share our experiences, in the hope of healing ourselves together, as well as educating others on the traumatic occurences that so often befall those who make the tragic mistake of befriending a moth.
I myself recently took a stay moth into my home. it lay injured by the roadside, possibly having been injured prior to my walking by. It was large, and had soft hair on it's small body, and big, dark eyes that looked up at me in a manner i thought at first to be appealing.
I took the moth into my home, and set it upon a warm blanket by my fireplace, offering it food and water at regular intervals. soon, the moth and i became close friends, so when it came into my room that night, i thought it had become frightened and wanted to sleep at the foot of my bed with my cat. i let it in.
that was when the situation became ugly, to say the least. the moth started flapping its wings, those terrible wings whose patterns are now burned permanently into my meory, those wings that flapped and stuck them selves over my face, showering tiny acidic little droplets into my eyes as it clawed my face with its wirey little legs. it would not stop. i asked it what i had done, what could have caused it to become so angry with me. the moth wouldn't even speak to me. it just kept clawing at my face, clawing at me, with those terrible little legs. i screamed for help, but nobody came. i tried to brush it away, which only caused it to claw me harder. for hours, it was there, with its wirey little legs and flapping wings, and i could do nothing but listen to my own unheeded cries for mercy.
finally, around dawn, the moth had exhausted itself, and fell to the floor. i called the ambulance immediatly. thankfully, the moth has now recovered, and i have been able to try to pick up the pieces of my shattered life.
I can only pray that nobody else who reads this will make the same mistake as I.