There's a small moth flying around my bedroom right now, and I'm in a fit about it. I almost got it about three times, but the little ass keeps flying away at just the right time (for him). I will not sleep well until the little bug is found and killed. And I'll have to do it myself because Brian is both asleep and jumpy of bugs. I haven't seen it in several minutes, but I know it's still here, plotting its next fly-by. It's taunting me. And I swear I can feel it everywhere at once.
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