I SWEAR TO GAWD, THERE IS A MOTH AS BIG AS A HUMMING BIRD FLUTTERING AROUND MY LIVING ROOM, FLINGING ITSELF AGAINST EVERY SURFACE WITH DRY, WHOOSHING THUMPS WHILE I COWER AND SQUEAK UNDER MY SNUGGIE...Wait a minute, I've been through this routine before, haven't I??? Well, it's not a butterfly, but I think it just might be a sign from my two dearly departed "MOTH-ers," Eloise and Julie, just like the one I got in Gulu two years ago.
So I guess I have to live and let live. Here's to you, ladies! (Just keep it down a tick so I can get some sleep, okay???)
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