Sometimes I murder a moth inside my bedroom.This is because moths are ugly and dusty and ugly. This is also because I don’t want a nasty dusty moth trying to make its home inside my mouth while I am sleeping (or while I’m awake for that matter). So last night when I walked into my room only to discover one of the dusty little beasts I panicked. Swiped my hand through the air to disrupt its flight pattern and smashed it with a bottle of laundry detergent. Not because I particularly enjoy having moth guts smeared all over the bottom of my detergent. But because I was in a weakened mental state . . . . and that’s all I could find.