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Moth Upside Down On the Ceiling

This black moth flew in the front door of the living room the other night and has been up on the ceiling ever since. It's hanging upside down in the same spot not moving like a drone waiting for instructions. I'm in my recliner this morning drinking coffee and watching him. He's an immigrant from the light that shines all night on the front porch letting burglars know I have an AK-47 should they decide to drop in. The last few nights I've noticed other moths fluttering around the light perhaps wondering where this moth is. In his current fix, he too may be wondering how they're doing. When I was a boy, there was a protocol in my family when a moth commandeered the parlor ceiling. My father would swing the fly swatter and flatten the intruder with one splat. The last three mornings I haven't seen this moth move. I wouldn't kill him even if I had a swatter. But if he were an inconvenience, like an unintended fetus found in a womb, I still wouldn't do anything. We have people trained to take care of that and like my father they know what they're doing. Donal Mahoney

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