So, Mr. Moth and I aren't exactly friends. He scares the living daylights out of me everytime I exit my house. He just sits there (or stands? what exactly IS he doing?), never moving, never uttering a simple, "Hello." He is pretty, though. Rude, antisocial, but pretty. Don't you think?
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
My Friend, the Moth
So, Mr. Moth and I aren't exactly friends. He scares the living daylights out of me everytime I exit my house. He just sits there (or stands? what exactly IS he doing?), never moving, never uttering a simple, "Hello." He is pretty, though. Rude, antisocial, but pretty. Don't you think?
No, he's not pretty. And if he flew at me, I'd pee my pants and run screaming into the street as fast as my wet legs would carry me. Squish him.
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