Attacked By A Moth Continued...
After leaving my bathroom door open all night with the lights off so the moth will fly to a light elsewhere, I get up around 6 in the evening. I shuffle to the bathroom with clean clothes and close the door to start undressing and brush my teeth.
I start brushing my teeth when the moth flies up at me from wherever it had been hiding for 10 hours.
I almost scream in frustration and once again flail my arms about to get it away from me.
I finish up quickly and get undressed and into the shower, closing the door as fast as possible so the moth won't get in. But before I do that, I turn on the fan so the bathroom doesn't get too hot.
While in the bath tub washing my hair, I find myself wishing the fan was stronger and could suck up the moth and take it away from me forever.
I'm almost done with my shower and am washing my body when the spastic thing flies over the door and into the bathtub with me.
This time I actually do scream as it flies frantically around my soapy naked body.
I almost slip and fall to my doom as I jump around and freak. Somehow though, the moth goes down first into the bath water and starts to drown. I'm tempted to let it, and actually watch it do so for a couple of minutes. A few minutes later, it's still twitching in the water, so I take pity on it (not that I should) and grab some toilet paper, helping it out of the water and saving it from ending it's life.
Being the brainless insect it is, it starts to freak out again and falls back into the tub. Now I'm frustrated and take a scrubber that's in my tub (don't ask me why it's there. To clean my tub I think.) and pick it up quickly throwing it into the trash can and throwing the soaking toilet paper over it to teach it a lesson.
To sum everything up, I haven't seen it since.
. If it did die, I can now say I tried and have a clear conscience. Not that I'm sad if it's dead. If it is, I will in fact be very happy. We'll see when I get ready for bed again, though.