Everyone who knows me well knows that I hate things that fly. I mean, really hate them. Okay, I don't hate them, I am terrified of them. I have no clue why, but who ever said fear was logical. It might have something to do with my (lack) of depth perception. One of my biggest fears is moths. Again, no clue why. This is the story of the bravest moth I ever met.
It all started last night with a tickling on my neck. Now I am growing out my hair for Locks of Love and its nearly to the top of my underwear so I get irritated by it quite often. However, after readjusting my hair, I STILL felt something there. I finally figure out its a moth and do my usual freak out then calm down. Fast forward to a little later in the evening and now my chest is tickling. Uh... my hair isn't down my nightgown. I pull up the neck and the moth is on my breast! I just about strip down in the living room, not even caring where Dad is.
Finally, I calm back down and things seem fine. I have no clue where mothra is but it seems to be gone. I get ready for bed and have one last bathroom run. I see a piece of fluff in my underwear and reach to pick it out. It moves!!! OMG, the moth is IN my underwear and has been for who knows how long. I yanked them off and turn them every which way I can. Then have yet another freak out because its been in my underwear all this time and I didn't know. I took off my nightgown and shook it out vigorously, turning it inside out as well. At this point, I am not sure if I am more sorry for myself or the moth.
Its now the next day and I am still a bit paranoid about it.