Late night bothersom chap
Scuttle scratch tap tap
Sounded like a mouse, lately theres been a problem with them in the basement, but this was the top floor and the sounds were coming from the cealing. Figured if i went and banged on the cealing where i heard it last it would run off and stop making so much goddamned racket.
As i moved across the room, something leapt out of the shadows at a high arch across the room. I thought it was a bat at first. Its staggered flight revealed its true nature. A moth. And what a moth, it was huuuuge. Each flap of its wing made the same sound that a large cardboard box does when its dropped on a hard surface.
When it finally settled, i examined it from a few paces. Body about 3-4 inches in length and 3 quarter inch wide. Its antenni looked like miniature old school TV antennas, obnociously large and wide, each nearly the equivalent of body. Its wingspan larger then your outstretched hand.
I looked at the hideous little creature with awe for a moment longer and chose to irgore it. No good. It had to die. It was ruining my book! So i went over when it rested and squashed it. It made a squishy little crunching sound. "Peace at last" i said to myself. Back to reading my book, i was quite content.
Peace would not hold out however. Those familiar sounds came back. It was airborne again. This time i did not wait for it to land. Whacked it out of the air and readily squased it a second time. Squashed it good. I waited to see if it still lived. It moved not, it drew no breath.
Travis McGee, boat-bum of Miami, on the trail of an evil man. A one Junior Allen. rapist, murderer theif and a liar. I was about to learn how he gets taken down when...
Tap flap flutter spat scuttle
What? Still alive?! How is this possible? I jump up ready to bring its flight plans to a dead halt. A Final one. No more rebirths for you buddy. But where was it? It was no in the air, there was but a green spotch on the floor where i last squashed it. It was playing with me. It was a mere game to the creature. No longer. I hunted it down and staked it to the floor though the head. It thought it could hide behind the CD tower but oh no, not when i'm bored and annoyed. No indeed. It was something to do, hunt down the freakishl large moth for a moment of fun. Then back to my book.
Actually everything having anything to do with moths gross me out, ugly, foul and that dusty crap on their wings doesn't come off anything it gets on. I finshed my book and drifted off to sleep. In the morning it was still there, motionless. I smirked with triumph. It took three good squashings but it was at last dead.
Sounded like a mouse, lately theres been a problem with them in the basement, but this was the top floor and the sounds were coming from the cealing. Figured if i went and banged on the cealing where i heard it last it would run off and stop making so much goddamned racket.
As i moved across the room, something leapt out of the shadows at a high arch across the room. I thought it was a bat at first. Its staggered flight revealed its true nature. A moth. And what a moth, it was huuuuge. Each flap of its wing made the same sound that a large cardboard box does when its dropped on a hard surface.
When it finally settled, i examined it from a few paces. Body about 3-4 inches in length and 3 quarter inch wide. Its antenni looked like miniature old school TV antennas, obnociously large and wide, each nearly the equivalent of body. Its wingspan larger then your outstretched hand.
I looked at the hideous little creature with awe for a moment longer and chose to irgore it. No good. It had to die. It was ruining my book! So i went over when it rested and squashed it. It made a squishy little crunching sound. "Peace at last" i said to myself. Back to reading my book, i was quite content.
Peace would not hold out however. Those familiar sounds came back. It was airborne again. This time i did not wait for it to land. Whacked it out of the air and readily squased it a second time. Squashed it good. I waited to see if it still lived. It moved not, it drew no breath.
Travis McGee, boat-bum of Miami, on the trail of an evil man. A one Junior Allen. rapist, murderer theif and a liar. I was about to learn how he gets taken down when...
Tap flap flutter spat scuttle
What? Still alive?! How is this possible? I jump up ready to bring its flight plans to a dead halt. A Final one. No more rebirths for you buddy. But where was it? It was no in the air, there was but a green spotch on the floor where i last squashed it. It was playing with me. It was a mere game to the creature. No longer. I hunted it down and staked it to the floor though the head. It thought it could hide behind the CD tower but oh no, not when i'm bored and annoyed. No indeed. It was something to do, hunt down the freakishl large moth for a moment of fun. Then back to my book.
Actually everything having anything to do with moths gross me out, ugly, foul and that dusty crap on their wings doesn't come off anything it gets on. I finshed my book and drifted off to sleep. In the morning it was still there, motionless. I smirked with triumph. It took three good squashings but it was at last dead.