June 6th 2009 10:45 pm
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A couple of nights ago a giant moth got trapped in the house and began flying around in the middle of the night. I don't think I've ever seen a moth so huge -- it was almost as big as my head! I think it was as big as some bats I've seen! This was a goliath of moths! A giant, fat, juicy moth on the wing!
Ooh, it was so enticing to chase! I bounced from room to room following its flight, leaping, spinning, pouncing, jumping, stalking and hurtling myself at its fluttering form when it drew tantalizingly close.
My dad got up in the middle of the night for a snack, and when the moth landed on the kitchen ceiling I implored him to make it come down again. He just sat there eating cereal and observing the situation. (I suspect he sympathized with the moth.)
Eventually it flew under the refrigerator, and even though I waited for a long time, it never came out.
I had a lot of fun hunting that moth, but boy was I sore the next day. I was a little disappointed I didn't see it again, but kind of glad too. My aging cat bones needed a rest.
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