There is a moth in my house.
It’s a small, brown moth, flutters slow and awkward–and last night, after getting up to complain he couldn’t go to sleep, Daniel decided he wanted to catch it.
Daniel, by the way, believes that if a moth touches you, it’s lucky.
I have no idea where he got that idea.
Because Daniel wanted to catch the moth, he wanted to know what they eat. I told him, “Clothes. So if you wake up with no shorts, you’ll know what happened.”
Daniel looked down at his shorts–which is all he was wearing to bed–and then rummaged around in his pockets. The next thing I saw was Daniel following the moth around the living room, holding out a string.
Bonus points if you can figure out what he was trying to do with that string.