Last night whilst attending a house party a moth got inside and was flapping around in the living room.
Let’s preface this by saying I am IRRATIONALLY AND INSANELY not down with moths. They freak me the fuck out.
Naturally I gasp and point to it and start trying to dodge it despite being a good 10 feet away. My boyfriend went up to it and caught it with his hand. I assumed he crushed it, but then he opened the patio door and put his hand outside, releasing the moth (which started to now flap incessantly on the outside of the patio door, as moths do.)
Now I’m not a fan of moths, as previously stated, but I gasped again, in wonder and amazement!
"Matt!!" I exclaimed to him, "You’re like Gandalf!"
He should have whispered to it before letting it go.
SPOILER: No the eagles did not come crash the party.
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