A LUNA MOTH BITES MORE THAN DUST

So what could I drum up about this picture. A picture I like. But what stories do I have about moths?

One of my favorites is trying to explain something, anything to someone who has no intention of listening. Even when it may be good for them. A luna moth serves to illustrate. I assume a luna moth is nocturnal. We've all seen moths enamored by lights. We've all see their shells splattered when they prolonged their attraction. No matter what we do, we can't stop a moth from being drawn to that light. We can't help them help themselves. Much like people who are bent on destruction. We simply cannot take away that pull. We're wasting our efforts on both moth and bull head.

Moths also have a mean side of destruction in them. When one gets in a closet, it never, repeat never eats anything you don't care about. It always goes, knowingly, for your favorite article of clothing. And, if that's not bad enough, they always go for some material that cannot be easily mended. Plaids in the most noticeable places--that's their specialties.

When you kill one, and they are hard to kill. A week ago when one entered our abode I smacked him hard with a towel and he survived. I mean I smeared him, I thought, with enough force to maim a small dog. He shook it off and then took off. I discovered him 5 days later, belly up in the bathroom in the exact spot where I shellacked him earlier. Belly up and belly full of some cool clothing item that I won't notice until I try to wear it. As I said, and when you kill one, he leaves his stain on the wall on on your hands. An almost iridescent reminder that he might be a dead bug, but he's till bugging you.

That's it. Moths hold no special memories or heartaches. I didn't know I had such animosity towards them. But tonight, I'll be armed. Just in case that guy's relatives come for revenge.