Mostly True Memoirs
Moths are gross.
They don’t usually scare me.
It’s more like they creep me out.
They’re stupid.
They don’t flutter sweetly like their beautiful butterfly cousins.
They flail and smack at you relentlessly.
And when you squish them, they turn into dust.
Dust?
Why?
At any rate, this moth is the biggest moth I’ve ever seen.
It made a loud scraping sound against the ground when I nudged it.
Luckily, it was already dead.
Otherwise, you would have heard me screaming all the way across the country.
What is the name for a group of moths?
A flock?
A drove?
A pack?
At any rate, I hope this one is just a freak of nature and not part of a larger herd of freakishly enormous moths in the garage.
Or worse, the house.
Moths – eww.