Agh!!

Today before Devlin left for school, I was eating my breakfast in the kitchen and saw "something" in the living room in the corner of the ceiling. I asked Devlin, "What is that up there?" I saw him glance up there and then returned to eating my breakfast. I assumed that he had then taken care of that something. After he left for work, I walked into the living room, AND that something was still up there. As I peered closer I learned that this something was a MOTH!!! EWWW! Moths are my all time feared something to catch. (With the exception of cockroaches--okay. . . maybe they're in the same category.) I knew one thing for sure-- I'd rather catch it while it was sitting quietly than flying around. That would be 100 times worse. So I got my guts up and grabbed two tissues. I laddered up the couch and swiped. As my hand was in the downward motion of the swipe, the moth escaped! It immediately fluttered into my face--OF COURSE!!! "AGH!!!" I screamed as I jumped off and away. My 4-year old was sitting close by on the same couch. He saw my reaction and started to cry. My fear had scared my son! I felt so bad. So I sat and comforted him while the moth made its way to the window. William's tears were a pretty good motivator. They gave me the gusto I needed to get that moth. Once again, I attempted to get the moth. I pulled the blinds as it danced between the pane and the blind. It landed in the glider slots of the closed window. My tissue covered hand jetted and clamped down on the fragile bug. I got it! Ahh. Safe at last.