PotatoOverBread
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Completely unrelated to the past posts on this, I am scared of moths but am overcoming that fear.
I didn't use to be scared of the tiny creatures until like four days ago in the middle of the night. I was alone in my room, trying to sleep when I heard a buzzing. I open my eyes to see a bloody moth right next to me, like it was on my pillow next to my face. It looked huge up clothes so I became wide awake. Once I realized it was just a moth, I tried to scoop it up in my hands and move it out of my room, since my window was open. I got him out and all was good, I tried to sleep again when I heard the same buzzing sound, which was extra loud cause his left wing was broken at the very edge. Little dude (I named him that cause I didn't want to call him moth) had placed himself back on my pillow and this time, he was impossible to move out and my tired self got pissed. So I started swearing at it and shit, trying to scoop it up and transport it out while ranting about how this was my room, not his. No use, he came back and I was starting to freak out. So I did the rational thing, I grabbed my pillow and cover, then went out and slept on the couch.
This night, I heard that familiar buzzing and saw a moth on my wall. A moth with its left wing broken at the exact same spot, it was little dude and he was back. I freaked out, obviously, but I hadn't started trying to sleep yet, so I was more focused. After half an hour of swearing, squealing and yelping, I got him to the living room. I had learned by my mistakes last time and knew he would come back if I used the window by me, so I used the window in the living room. Now, two hours later, he still hasn't come back. I think I'll get a heartattack if he does so if you don't hear for me in a while, know little dude came back and took his revenge on me for throwing him out.
