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Thursday, July 07, 2005
The Mothman Prophecies
Two nights ago, while I was doing work on my computer, I heard a loud continous flapping noise outside my window. Startled, I turned to look, and right outside my window a poor, helpless moth was being attacked by a lizard. The moth was pretty big, but I guess that didn't stop the lizard. Well, I suppose I should mention that moths happen to gross me out, but at the same time I felt pity towards the poor creature. What was I to do? I could either leave nature to take its course, or help the poor guy out, no matter how icky I felt moths were.
So I ended up sitting on my chair, staring at the poor moth beating its wings on the mosquito net that covers my window for 5 minutes wondering what to do. To help? Not to help? To help? Not to help?
Then this question popped into my head: What if those Chinese legends are true, and that's one of my ancestors that have come to visit me?
I wish I could say that that thought jolted me into action, but sadly it didn't. After about 2-3 more minutes of watching the poor helpless moth I finally decided to go help. I shook the net for awhile and the lizard went away. The moth just sort of flopped down onto a windowpane, looking all lifeless.
Oh great, I thought. Now I have to get rid of its corpse. Ewww.
I went to the window and tried to adjust the windowpane so it would fall off it or something. But surprise, surprise! The moth actually moved a bit. So it wasn't dead after all.
I stared at the moth for awhile again, making sure that it really wasn't going to drop dead on me, while wondering, "Grandad? Is that you?". I left to go downstairs to get myself a drink, and later when I had come back up, the moth was gone.