MOTHS

I feel like I don't really need to give an introduction about how much I hate moths, but to anyone who doesn't understand: I DO NOT LIKE MOTHS. AT ALL. They make me scream and run.

SO, UH?

Today I went with Becky to the mall. After a bit of shopping we get back to my car and put all our things in the backseat.

(I know, this story is absolutely electrifying right now.)

ANYWAY, we get to Becky's house, park, and I go to the passenger's side back door to get my stuff out of the car.

I open the door, and.. sitting on the seat is..

What is that?

ITS A BIG FUCKING MOTH.

And I

SCREAM.

And hop back a few times going "WHAT IS THAT?"

Becky looks, and says "WHAT IS THAT?"

I take a big step forward (ie: I LUNGED) and look again, but IT IS IT IS

"ITS A FUCKING MOTH."

and I jump back again onto the sidewalk.

I throw my hands on my head and go "OH MY GOD I HATE MOTHS."

I hop up and down and go "BECKY WE WERE DRIVING WITH THAT IN THE CAR!!!"

Becky laughs at me, she wonders why this is a big deal.

"It could have flown into my face while I was driving and we would have died!!"

(This is a big fear of mine, I don't trust myself not to flip out should this happen.)

As I'm calming myself down, a young man walks past us.

He has clearly been watching this entire exchange.

He looks at me, looks forward, and keeps walking.

DON'T JUDGE ME, YOUNG MAN.

"Oh. Hey." I say. SOOOOOO NONCHALANT.

He keeps walking.

Friends are tough to make.