Well, I had this moth in my shower for several days. Just hanging out on the wall. I kept telling him it wasn’t a safe moth place, but he didn’t listen. He sat there and sat there. Then he slipped. I was mid-shower when I saw he was stuck, wings-to-wall, in the moisture of the shower.

So I rinsed off in a hurry (because I’m crazy) and got a piece of toilet paper. I carefully blotted him off until he was dry enough to come free of the wall. He sat damply on the paper for a while. I wondered if he’d ever fly again.

An hour later, a moth landed on my computer monitor. I looked closely: same moth, I swear. He’s a tiny thing, sort of distinctive. I said hello, and welcome to the land of the living, and all the things one says to a moth. You know. He sat on my monitor for some time and eventually he left.

I went to bed. The moth landed on the book I was reading. I said hello again and dubbed him my Pet Moth. He flew to the wall over my head and sat there for hours until I went to sleep.

So today I took a shower. While I was in the shower, I started thinking about my Pet Moth. Suddenly I had a feeling. I looked down… sure enough. My Pet Moth was an inch from going down the drain. I fished him out, set him on the same piece of toilet paper, let him dry. He’s flown off again, miraculously. I wonder where he’ll turn up next. He’ll probably end up in the shower again tomorrow.

My Pet Moth isn’t very smart.