I must be getting eccentric. I’ll try to fight it. Meanwhile, maybe you could do with a bit of whimsy.
Two nights in a row, I noticed a little brown moth camped on the wall in our living room, by the floor lamp. Robbie normally chases moths, but I don’t think she noticed this one. As long as he didn’t move, he was safe.
But this morning…!
Somehow the moth stranded himself in the toilet: too slippery to climb out, and wings too wet to fly.
I fished him out with a piece of cardboard and returned him to the Great Outdoors. I don’t know why I did that. I’m not one of those people who are gaga over moths.
And now there’s another article that needs my attention.