I am in the midst of an epic battle and I fear that I am losing! I am terrified of moths and one such dusty bastard has infiltrated my home, my sanctuary: The Basement. Yes, I live in the basement. But seriously, we have central air and the basement is 5 degrees cooler than upstairs.
Now back to the moth, IF ONLY I COULD FORGET IT. I have been keeping an eye on that fluttery douchenozzle for the last 20 minutes. I can see the tip of its wing from where I’m sitting, so I can make sure that it hasn’t moved. BUT IT HAS. I have been systematically safeguarding my bedroom so that I will have at least one terror-free zone. The real problem? I HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE WHERE THAT MOTH IS!
I would continue to blog, but now I have to fight. I have to collect all of my belongings from in this room (the family room), double check the door frame here, and run down the hall to my room, pausing only to make sure that the winged monster hasn’t followed me. They do that. Then I’ll dump my things in my room and re-emerge only for a bathroom break. I’d go to the bathroom first, but if that raises the ire of said horror-maker, I’ll be doomed.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!! IT’S IN THE ROOM! ON MY SCREEN! OH MY GOD! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!
To be continued.