Once upon a time in a land much like this one there was a moth. It was a GREAT Grey Moth, just sitting on the sidewalk in the pouring rain. I picked him up, looked into his great big moth eyes, and fell in love. He died a week later.
To this day, he sits on my pickup's dash, a furry skeletal reminder of the love we once shared.
Unless mathnerd did in fact know that... he's not lying, its merely a coincidence. If so, it means, ironically, that you are lying Tub if not, your telling the truth. And thus justice is served by a moth on the brain.